Tag Archives: Austin

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Missing Margot and the Magical Weekend

Last weekend was filled with surprises…

1. I can wake board. I tried it for the first time and had a blast. Now I can’t pull on pants because my arms are so sore…but it was worth it.

2. I enjoy bike riding. I bought a bike for the first time in maybe 22 years so I can start riding it. It’s purple and beautiful and fun. Now I can’t sit down comfortably because my butt is so sore…but it was worth it.

3. Margot lives around the corner. She went missing during the wedding in September and I have feared the worst ever since. But on my debut bike ride around the block on Saturday, I discovered her living just a few houses down from us. Apparently, she loves the neighborhood…just not our yard.

Monday morning, my car wouldn’t start just as someone arrived at our house to do some work…got a jump in the nick of time.

Today, Townes dog has an infected sore and the vet can fit him in just 15 minutes from now…

It’s been a weird few days, but I’m grateful for new experiences and the re-discovery of Margot.

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“Bring Your Spouse To Work” Day

My husband is sweet. He’s got me set up in a conference room at his office where I can work all day before we take off for Fort Worth this afternoon.

You see, I don’t like to drive…so he went along with this ridiculous plan so I wouldn’t have to drive all over the city today.

He loves me.

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Wiilympics

I can’t wait for our Wiilympics party tomorrow. Three Wiis…a tv and two projectors…Bacardi Mojito as a sponsor…and the real Olympics broadcasting on a non-Wii tv. We are going to have a blast.

Thank you Nintendo for creating Olympic sports for the Wii. And thank you Bacardi for sponsoring our party with bartenders and booze.

Game on.

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Ray Benson

He’s hard to miss…at least seven feet tall and the deepest voice I’ve ever heard. And we enjoyed dining next to him this evening at Suzy’s Chinese Kitchen. Even if we did drown out his conversation with our cackling laughter. See, that’s what friends are for…making you laugh so hard that you don’t even notice that you’re disturbing your famous neighbor at the next table.