After spending a glorious week in Hawaii, Ronn and I were happy to sleep in our own bed. It was also wonderful to have our dear friends from Italy, Lavinia Biagiotti and her boyfriend Francesco visiting us. They made the drive out from Santa Monica and encountered a massive amount of traffic along Pacific Coast Hwy around 5pm yesterday and didn’t get to us until about 7pm for dinner. We wondered why there was so much traffic and learned that Obama was in town, so we of course thought that he was the reason. When I wake up every morning, I like to lie in bed and read the news on my ipad and the first thing I read  this morning was about the tragic death of a dear friend, renowned Beverly Hills plastic surgeon, Dr. Frank Ryan. He was only 5o years old and died yesterday at 4:30pm when his jeep turned over on Pacific coast hwy in Malibu. This is what contributed to our Italian’s friends traffic woes getting to us yesterday, not Obama. I woke Ronn up with the news and we both were in shocked over the loss of such a dear, sweet soul. Within minutes, our phone rang and a reporter was asking me to give comments on Dr. Frank’s death. It seemed so surreal since we had just seen him at the Playboy mansion’s midsummer night dream’s party a couple weeks prior. Ronn and I celebrated his 50th birthday at his wonderful “Bony Pony Ranch” in Malibu a couple months ago and the kids always loved going there to see all the animals. Dr. Frank was just an all around great guy and a wonderful friend for many years to us both. I met him over 15 years ago when he first arrived in LA from Ohio and have watched him blossom into the ultimate plastic surgeon to the stars. I use to always ask him if I needed anything when I would see him and he would say that I made a pack with the devil because I didn’t, but that when I did he would happily attend to anything I needed. I always imagined if I were to ever have plastic surgery, Dr. Frank would be the only guy I would trust to work on me and now he’s gone and it’s just so hard to believe. We are truly going to miss him and want to send him lots of love and light . I know that everyone who knew Dr. Frank feels this way about him and world will just not be the same without him in it. It light of the tragedy, his border collie Jill was in the jeep with him and survived the crash. Jill gives new meaning to the phrase, “lucky dog.” I’m sure Dr. Frank will be in her heart and ours for a very long time.