Monday, October 24, 2005

It's good to be the Queen.

Happy Birthday to daughter number four who is now seven years of age. She wanted to do something exciting. Specifically, "Take us all somewhere but don't tell me. You know somewhere good, not just like McDonald's. Maybe miniature golf." It's good to be the queen.

So something good turned out to be a trip up to northern Arizona, specifically to Prescott. (Now when Gina reads this she is going to be mad that I didn't tell her we were there. Shucks. I am in trouble. ). You know, when you travel like crazy like I do, you start to collect those frequent flyer hotel stays. MMM. Free rooms. MMMM.

Of course for the girls, four of them, the most exciting part of the trip is that none of them knew where we were going. All the way up there (about 90 minutes) Kelsey kept complaining that is was taking too long
'to go golfing or to eat." It's good to be the queen. Michelle, dear wife, had managed to pack for all of them and get their bags into the back of the van with none of them knowing about it. Pretty darn amazing if you ask me. Michelle even managed to bring along a favorite stuffed animal of daughter number three. She got it out of daughter's bed and into the back of the car between wake up and drive away. Michelle is amazing. It's good to be the queen.

So with an overnight trip consisting of hiking, swimming, mall-ing, Macayo-ing, everybody-gets-their-own-bed-in-the-hotel-cuz-we-got-two-rooms-ing and other fun, everybody is happy. Except for the waitress at Macayo's restaurant in Prescott, who at the end of a long day, still had to sing happy birthday dear seven year old and "none of the table guys are here to help me" didn't stop her from finding the manager, herself, the dishwasher and some person who walked by to sing to Kelsey.

It's good to be the Queen.

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