About Last Night
Last night I ate 2/3 of a half-gallon carton of Baskin Robbins chocolate chip ice cream. Then I went to bed. I was wakened many times during the night by alternately having to pee or suffering a painful wave of heartburn. Oh, and the arduousness of changing positions. Then I dreamed that I was in labor, sharing a room with some other woman, but Stewart was at a concert, so I broke out of the hospital, backless gown and all, and drove to downtown L.A. to find him, but I got tired and the contractions got worse so I decided to ditch the car and walk back.
Then I woke up. Whew.
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Omigod, no wonder your rings don’t fit! Well, that will pass. But you gotta stop eating all that ice cream! I understand that this craving is inherited, but you have to control yourself!
And another thing – well, I’ll email you separately about that….
Omigod, no wonder your rings don’t fit! Well, that will pass. But you gotta stop eating all that ice cream! I understand that this craving is inherited, but you have to control yourself!
And another thing – well, I’ll email you separately about that….
Omigod, no wonder your rings don’t fit! Well, that will pass. But you gotta stop eating all that ice cream! I understand that this craving is inherited, but you have to control yourself!
And another thing – well, I’ll email you separately about that….
Congrats on the baby! You look beautiful!
Congrats on the baby! You look beautiful!
Congrats on the baby! You look beautiful!
Amanda works in my former office.
Amanda works in my former office.
Amanda works in my former office.
In Mississippi?
In Mississippi?
In Mississippi?
Wrong Amanda!
Wrong Amanda!
Wrong Amanda!