Dear Domino

My life wont be the same without you.

This recession has gone too far.
Conde Nast has reported they will be ceasing the publication
of THE BEST MAGAZINE EVER!!

DOMINO!!

If you cant reach me
I will be in mourning.

Oh and we are moving.
THIS WEEKEND!!

and Casey and I just finished the book; The Reader...
which is very good.

and I am 26 years old as of Monday
and 35 weeks along
as of tomorrow.

The past few weeks

Here's what we've been up to:

We took Moses to the vet.
Where they removed some testosterone.

Before: Happy, clueless, horny and ready to hump any dog in his path.



After: High, missing luggage, still horny and still humping. What the freak?




Played Mexican Train:




Used these for luck:




Lost anyway.


Took down Christmas decorations



Caught up on laundry



Caught up on sleep



Worked on getting in our good byes to Manhattan and our gargoyle.



Played on the computer, ate a lot of chips and aired out the belly



Read the scriptures twice a day



Not really, but I like the picture.


And we went to California. That post is coming soon.

"I'll stop making '70s-inspired styles when I stop being inspired by the Rolling Stones- which will be, of course, never."
-Roberto Cavalli

Special thanks to Mr. Cavalli who accomplished- what I thought was the impossible task- of convincing Casey that furs and animal prints are nothing short of fabulous. I cant wait to decorate our new place.

Cavalli also used my favorite word in the English language, "alas" during his interview and said he uses a lot of leopard prints "because all women are a bit feline, no?"
haha I love it.

Tuesday we had a fun experience.
I was experiencing pain throughout my stomach that
I havent experienced before.
I was on my way to the doctors anyway
so the timing worked out.
By the time I got there I was crying.
Partly because they were painful.
Partly because I was scared.
And partly because Im a crier.
They took one look at me and because of the cervix issue
and because Im almost 8 months along
they sent me to labor and delivery at St Rose.
Of course by the time I was check in at the hospital I felt fine.

This post, however, is actually about Casey.
When he is in a hospital he has to touch everything.
Everything.

Here's proof...
Iphone pictures...so not the best quality.

First. The Gloves. These are necessary.


He even signed all the paperwork wearing these gloves.
I can only imagine what they were thinking.


Here he is analyzing our heartbeats. Mine and Ginger's, I mean.




Finally, bored out of his mind.



And my glamour shot...



Thank goodness for Casey who makes the most boring experience, like a pointless hospital visit, fun.