I had this dream the other night, in which I was decidedly less pregnant and back to my "I do yoga for 3 hours a day" shape. I was lying on my chaise lounge, the one in the study, and I was smoking. I hope it was a candy cigarette, but it was in one of those long ivory holders, so who knows really. There was some sexy music playing, and for the ( Read more... )

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