Just got back from Vegas. Read comments from last post. Am not pregnant. Am still exhausted. And a little bit sick. Have bruises all over my body for some reason. Had fun. A lot. Somehow thought it was a good idea to pay $80 for a stretch Hummer to take us from The Hard Rock Hotel to the Wynn which is like three blocks. Not so smart. P.S. I hate Hummers. If I can find any appropriate photos to post on flickr I will. Saw Drea De Matteo walking around with a man who was wearing a shirt that said "Drea De Matteo." Was one suit away from a Royal Straight Flush. Almost cried because of this. My hair smells like cigars. I only lost twenty dollars. And one button. Have headache. Am unable to distribute any more details as not to get into trouble. Am not pregnant. I repeat, am very much not-with-child.
So let me rephrase: Think nerve.com for those of us who have-at-one-time-been-knocked-up.
And now in typical Las Vegas fashion, I will proceed to take thirteen shots of Espresso and pull another all-nighter... except this time it will be so I can finish my work.