That's not very ladylike.

Sunset and wine on the dock.

Nothing like adorable old rich people going for a sunset row in my backyard.

Hers and hers happy hour at home.

GPOYW (yes that’s an old canoe that I use as a footstool)

Home.

Cheers to my first dock beer of spring.

Evidently it is warm elsewhere? Here in Portland it’s snowing and this fire is entirely necessary.

Nat’s starting poker night with some friends and I’m starting The Hunger Games at home with a fire. Let’s see if I can get past the stress of kids killing each other for sport?

I have really missed the view from our couch.

My new lock screen represents exactly where I wish I could be at the end of each looooooong day. Five days left in Utah.

The neighborhood thugs won’t let me cross. It’s a rough area.