And two def­i­nite­ly wilder canine boys. You know who is the per­fect pic­nic com­pan­ion when you aren’t drink­ing? Yes, real ques­tion, not the set-up to a bad one-lin­er. Preg­nant ladies make the best friends when you can’t drink either. Abbie and I got real crazy in the park on a beau­ti­ful Pres­i­den­t’s Day after­noon with sparkling cran­ber­ry cider straight from the bot­tle, snack mix, and choco­late muffins. Then we real­ly had a thrill when we went shop­ping for office sup­plies. We were left breath­less and sweaty with can­dle­light flow yoga. Like I said, wild and crazy times. Last night was girlie night at the movies, with Austin (and now a bunch of oth­er cities) hav­ing per­haps the best movie-going expe­ri­ence pos­si­ble at the var­i­ous Alamo Draft­house Cin­e­mas. One of my infre­quent plugs, but what the hell. It is such a won­der­ful­ly civ­i­lized movie expe­ri­ence. Try and guess the Girlie Night movie. The the­ater adver­tised it as “Two words: Ryan Gosling. You’re wel­come.” The toast before the movie was some­thing like “To Ryan Gosling, for ruin­ing real men for­ev­er.”  Anoth­er gem was “If you are in a rela­tion­ship, by the end of this movie you will be unsat­is­fied with it.” Whew. Dodged that bullet.


At least the sky­line was being cooperative.

Beau­ti­ful Feb­ru­ary day in Texas

Fal­cor knows how to pose

Hmmm. the size of a man­go in there you say?

Prac­tic­ing for the future

Try­ing to look more preg­gered does­n’t real­ly work at almost 6 months.

The pret­ty shot.

More prac­tic­ing