My birthday was last Friday. My parents came up from Las Vegas to spend the weekend with us. We went for a hike, travelled 3 hours to Apple Hill (30+ apple orchards in CA) and ended the weekend with a party at the in-laws. Not a moment was spared, as the parents prefer. As always, I enjoyed their stay, as they were the best guests EVER. We awoke to the smell of Belgian waffles my Dad made for us one morning, did their laundry before they left and made their bed daily (called our couch). Now that's what I call a house guest!