Gotta love those weekend road trips

I know St. Louis is only three hours away, but geeze...why does it seem like six? Especially the trip home.

It was great to see the kids again, though. And it was definitely great 'top-down' weather all the way.

The

Festival of the Little Hills

always falls around Julie's birthday, so we always seem to get in on the action, whether we want to or not. It's a fantastic little festival...if you're into that sort of thing. I used to be, but now...not so much. I'm not into the whole antiques/crafts thing anymore, though I don't mind looking now and then.

Luckily, we managed to hit one of the many downtown bistros for a sandwich and a cold beer without any parking problems, which was pretty amazing. Even more amazing, the "Princesses-in-training" didn't kick up too much of a fuss to go festivaling. Then back to Jules' new digs for a little...ah..."Queenly" birthday celebration.


Princesses-in-training - they're workin on their "wave"...but they already have the attitude.


The Princess and her court jester


The Queen Mother and her cohort - yes...I'm wearing a "Groucho Marx nose". Hey...Queens wanna have fun too, ya know?


The Queen Mother and the Queen