Princess for a Day

On February 18th, I turned 27 years old, an unreasonably high number.  Although I have reached this age, I do not feel that I have obtained the maturity level that a 27 year old ought to have.  Shouldn't I have more of life figured out by now?  Better if life were the other way around and age were determined by maturity level.  If that were so, I would still be approximately 18 while Alex would be 47.

For my birthday I got to be a Princess for a day.  I was whisked away to a beautiful far away land known as Park City high up in the Mountains.  I got to stay in a place where magical woodland creatures (housekeeping) clean up after you, and where they do not allow you into the kitchen but rather prepare the food for you and do the dishes afterward.  While there, I kissed a frog and he turned into a handsome prince.

I got to visit a beautiful ice castle with said prince made from thousands of icicles grown special for the occasion.

They must have known we were coming because they put this sign outside the entrance of the ice tunnel.

We even battled the forces of evil while warming up in the natural hot springs after the ice castle when a wicked witch decided to take her clothes off.  The springs were large and she was of little bother until the awesomeness of our dry ice, which Lance had brought for the occasion, attracted her attention.  Lance cleverly realized the ice's potential for distraction and selflessly relinquished possession of the whole of it (even though it was awesome) into the hands of the demon who swam away happily once again back to her lair.

The next morning we woke up so late that we had to have hamburgers and french fries for breakfast.  My favorite!  We returned home to a happy baby and a clean house (thanks Casey) and the spell was broken, but it was truly a great day.