Day 1 ~Afternoon~
After the glorious breakfast at Kneader’s and our fabulous total foot make-over, we packed up and hit the road for Park City.
The guys booked a weekend stay at a condo in the former Olympic Village
Ooooh–it was a pretty little place with positively everything that we needed for a perfect time.
I’ve always dreamed of going on a vacation or cruise where we has some kind of group room or suite where we could all be together and still have our own space when we needed to. Well this, my friends, was exactly such a place.
The kitchen was enormous and stocked with dishes, silverware and every small and large appliance that you could think of…
and a huge dining room table that seated nearly every one of us at the same time.
This was my room with an incredibly high bed. No kidding, it was so tall and puffy that I had to stand back and jump up on to it. But oh, my goodness—it was soft! I felt like that princess with all the piled up mattresses…and the pea. Except no pea.
I did, however have to bring my own Cheetoes.
It’s fine.
I’m used to it.
Dane is in Texas working so Kortney brought her sweet friend Emily along–who we positively love.
They shared the bunk bed room.
April and Jacob and the kids had the master suite. The kids slept on a mattress in the walk in closet. Lyndi and Nate stayed in a second master suite in the basement. I didn’t get a picture of it or Jillian’s room for some odd reason.
The deck came with a barbeque and a lovely little jacuzzi…
that was a huge hit!
It was an easy place to just make ourselves at home.
That is, before hitting the outlet stores for some major shopping and…
well, I’ll save the rest for tomorrow.
:}
A little Magoo in Sunday duds. It’s almost as good as a guy in a kilt.
A teeny, tiny bird cage on a chain with the door wide open–of course. Just the way all bird cages should be.
Getting all those sixty-five billion invitations organized and ready to ship out. Jillian and her orderly spreadsheets keep us all on track.
Parsley gone wild in the grow box from last year. I trimmed it back but it came bolting forward again with a vengeance. Which is fine by me.
The pretty little garden, such as it is, from the back door. So, so sweet.
Oh, look. It’s that handsome boy again.
