Poor Dad. Scooter Pie had to go home today so he can work tomorrow (someone has to work to keep me accustomed to the life I've grown to love...). We girls will stay another day (we want to enjoy EVERY LAST MINUTE WE CAN at the Four Seasons) and will drive to Tucson tomorrow. We get to see our very favorite Magnusons and celebrate Jill's graduation.
Anyway, we had to drag the girls from Camp Hyatt to take Daddy-o to the airport (believe me, we tried to leave them....). We came back and had a fun game of croquet. I have to say, I was not completely fired up about it, but as usual, in the end, it was a good time. I won, of course!
Most impressive Four Seasons service: we caught the shuttle back to our place and when I told the driver, "The Summits, please." He said, "Villa 18, right?" Yikes. Is he stalking us or does he have a really good memory!?
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