Livingstons seem to die in June. I need to keep that in mind when planning trips, events and TB's next wedding.

Oh Tender Vittles, I kid, I kid.

I ain't having nothing to do with TB's next wedding.

TB and I are driving up to Pgh for our uncle's funeral today and will be back tomorrow to resume the wedding freak-out. TB is driving her wedding dress home as I type this -- after numerous alterations. That's one less thing to worry about, although they're making their own chuppah and I hear that's not going so smoothly.

I'll be disconnecting the laptop from my hip for the rest of this week, so don't expect any speedy deliveries. Mr. McFeely is on bedrest.