Why yes, I have slipped right down the rabbit hole . . .

And yes, I did just email the wine guy from the Gazette to get suggestions for wine for the wedding. Who am I?
And yes, my calendar this week includes meeting the tent guy to check out the backyard.
And yes, I am searching online for the perfect bridal hairdo . . . I sure wish the pod people would give me back myself . . .

Hutch is being her Hutchy self. Which means she's sitting in the corner with a little pencil adding something up while I load a cart with heavy shit in order to break the door down before we RUN OUT OF AIR . . .

We're going to need a lot of drinks.