Wedding Day.

Today I am going down to the courthouse and change my name to Mrs. Knucklehead. It won't be a white wedding because the snow has all melted and left our dreary brown grass behind. But that is OK. And last week for the first time since anyone can remember the garbage men forgot us, so our street is literally awash with trash which will be so attractive for our reception. But that is OK. And my daughter, Gwen, and I killed two hours last night driving around for the very elusive "frilled toothpick" which never materialized. But that is OK. And I couldn't find any shoes that I like, so I am going to wear "the cripplers." But that is OK.

Everything is OK today. Because today is the day I marry my best friend and the man who makes me so happy I am bursting with joy. My own darling boy. My love.