if jane doesn't want to have five breasts by the time she's over with this ordeal, she better call her doctors by their right names.
this from a person who says 'keys-house'. it must be all those years in baghdad, coupled with the ddt spraying, that has lead her to call one of her physicians, dr. feingold, by a different name: doctor goldfein. he will definitely by inclined to give her an 'a' cup on one side and a 'double d' on the other if she doesn't cease and desist with this tongue-twisting. who ever heard of 'finger-gold'?
hmmm, today. cyclonic. spend the better part of the day in the city - a gorgeous day in fact ... downtown, brooklyn, very productive. but i forget to eat (don't chuckle!). so i pop into le pain quotidien early on, then mistakenly continue on my way sans kashi bar in pocket - bad idea! towards 2pm, i am seated in the back seat of our dear friends ro & mitchell's car, and suddenly lurch towards hypoglycemia - water, juice, power bar, nothing helps! by the time i get home, i'm slowing inching my way towards a massive coronary, or so it feels ... stress? lack of food? who knows. when jane arrives a few moments later, she looks like a crazed psychopath - and panics seeing me lie down (which i barely do at night to begin with) ... calls to the cardiologist, rounds of peanut butter on brioche toast (what can i say?), pulse checking (48), blood pressure cuffs, etc.. what a glamorous and sexy life we have! i slowly regain consciousness, and jane breaks the news to me - she's been smashed to smithereens by a ford bronco (oj?) at noon, which turns out to be a stolen vehicle. haha. very funny. no really. at least we have our health. oh, never mind!
that damned mini cooper has been repaired about ten times by now - it's worth more than a maybach! how insane. i console myself by baking two cakes, we somehow pull it together, and join our friends for a fantastic, tasty, warm and loving shabbat dinner - wine flowing, music blaring, kids jumping - a riotous affair which we are most thankful for! merci randi & elliot!
rochelle and jeff give jane a sweet gift which she opens at home. accoutrements for post-surgery - which really gets to jane ... she is so thankful for her friendships and for the love and support she is receiving. it truly makes a difference ...
the day ends, all of us exhausted. one year ago, we were preparing for a spontaneous weekend trip to amsterdam for thanksgiving - things are a bit different this year. c'est la vie.
h
this from a person who says 'keys-house'. it must be all those years in baghdad, coupled with the ddt spraying, that has lead her to call one of her physicians, dr. feingold, by a different name: doctor goldfein. he will definitely by inclined to give her an 'a' cup on one side and a 'double d' on the other if she doesn't cease and desist with this tongue-twisting. who ever heard of 'finger-gold'?
hmmm, today. cyclonic. spend the better part of the day in the city - a gorgeous day in fact ... downtown, brooklyn, very productive. but i forget to eat (don't chuckle!). so i pop into le pain quotidien early on, then mistakenly continue on my way sans kashi bar in pocket - bad idea! towards 2pm, i am seated in the back seat of our dear friends ro & mitchell's car, and suddenly lurch towards hypoglycemia - water, juice, power bar, nothing helps! by the time i get home, i'm slowing inching my way towards a massive coronary, or so it feels ... stress? lack of food? who knows. when jane arrives a few moments later, she looks like a crazed psychopath - and panics seeing me lie down (which i barely do at night to begin with) ... calls to the cardiologist, rounds of peanut butter on brioche toast (what can i say?), pulse checking (48), blood pressure cuffs, etc.. what a glamorous and sexy life we have! i slowly regain consciousness, and jane breaks the news to me - she's been smashed to smithereens by a ford bronco (oj?) at noon, which turns out to be a stolen vehicle. haha. very funny. no really. at least we have our health. oh, never mind!
that damned mini cooper has been repaired about ten times by now - it's worth more than a maybach! how insane. i console myself by baking two cakes, we somehow pull it together, and join our friends for a fantastic, tasty, warm and loving shabbat dinner - wine flowing, music blaring, kids jumping - a riotous affair which we are most thankful for! merci randi & elliot!
rochelle and jeff give jane a sweet gift which she opens at home. accoutrements for post-surgery - which really gets to jane ... she is so thankful for her friendships and for the love and support she is receiving. it truly makes a difference ...
the day ends, all of us exhausted. one year ago, we were preparing for a spontaneous weekend trip to amsterdam for thanksgiving - things are a bit different this year. c'est la vie.
h
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Jane, we will be thinking of you on Tuesday.....sending you all our loving, good wishes from here in Marrakech. You two are the very example of grace under pressure.
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