Holy Hell...I only have Dana as a DD for another 16 weeks. (And for those of you in AA, DD does not stand for Dunkin Donuts...except for on Sunday mornings.) DD, for those who know how to control their intake of alcohol know, is for Drunken Driver...I mean Designated Driver. It is literally the best thing about your wife being pregnant...besides her boobs getting bigger, but since you're not allowed to touch them for some odd damn reason, it makes her being the DD better then her huge boobs. And since she will most likely be reading this blog post, I will no longer mention how enormous her boobs have gotten. 

16 weeks. Shit...besides going to taste Pliny the Younger, I have no other plans for her driving us home after I've had a few drinks. I need to seriously think about this and schedule dinners with friends. So much to plan!! And no, I am not an alcoholic, unless you think consuming 1-3 alcoholic drinks PER WEEK is the new definition of alcoholism. It's seriously under-consumption and it makes me a cheap date. However, I do drink copious amounts of coffee and tea each week. The monthly spending for my caffeine drinks go right up there with what I spend on therapy. 

Our friend is coming to our house for dinner tonight. I absolutely love cooking and having friends over for dinner, but WTF Larisa? We should be going out to eat so I can have Dana, my own personal DD, drive me home. It's a good thing it's a school night and I have to be up at 5am or else I would be moving dinner from our house to a restaurant that is not within walking distance of our lovely home. 

You all enjoy your evening now folks, while I walk from the kitchen, to the bathroom, and then into bed since I do not need a DD this evening.