It's Friday night and I should not be blogging.
I REALLY should be getting my dress/jewelry/general stuff in order for my big day as "Best Lady" at the wedding tomorrow.
But instead, I just got off the phone with the bride.
I called her and offered to drive her to Mexico before it's "too late."
As I write this, she's probably on the phone, frantically searching for my replacement.
If she finds one, I'll let her have my body sausage....and the loss of mobility that'll come with it.