My Narnia

I had the pleasure of watching Narnia with my daughters while on vacation, like 19 times. I have to say, it was a serious welcome change from the flipping Disney Princess Cult.  I would have made a better ending to all of that fantasy crap; Snow White would have been killed by Grumpy, Cinderella would have some how had a freak accident in the forest-like her leg was eaten by a wild boar, Ariel, oh FFS, Ariel would have been caught by a fisherman, and Jasmine-seriously?  She is just what I want my daughters to aspire to be; a selfish daughter who marries a thief.  Anyway, so after the 5th time watching Narnia, I thought "Damn-that would be awesome if I could go into my closet and poof! be in another land!"  Not Narnia as the movie depicts, but more like the Sonoma Valley, I would call it "Sovino."  Strangely enough, I actually celebrate my "time-outs" in my closet, generally with a glass of Yellow Tail chardonnay, to prevent a homicide; but I have been known to drink a bottle of Rabbit Ridge in the closet-that is from the Valley.  However, I have never looked beyond the clothing in my closet...and to my dismay, there was only drywall-I went through all of the closets.  Desperate I even wished that I would find Narnia-snow rocks when it is 95 degrees.