I really do think that we’re going to try to take advantage of a night out before the baby arrives. I figure when I turn thirty-seven weeks we can go out for a nice dinner (MINUS GRAEM) and enjoy each other’s company!

Of course, I’d love a night around poker tables since you know how I love my casino adventures! However, I *know* Margot won’t take me to the casino two hours away to play a little black jack!

Boy, I can just see big mama gambling nine months pregnant with a beer in one hand and cigarette in another.

Can you say - white trash? I’d gamble away all the diaper money!