THE BIG DAY IS HERE. Everything should be in order, but perhaps you'd better check, just to be sure. DRESS: yup - hangin on the shower curtain rod. The veil is hanging on the towel hook over the commode. SHOES: still under the bed - NO . . .oops HERE they are! And Poppy's remembered to slit the vinyl to make room for my corns. Duct tape to hold up strapless bra. Two bouquets - one real to keep, one plastic to throw at the reception. Garter, something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue - yup, got all that crap. (Beginning to feel like I'm going into combat with all this stuff hanging on me.) Good thing poppy made arrangegments with the barn manager at the fair for us to use the swine arena in between contests - make it easier for folks to get to the various reception sights (free food at Greasy Jim's frogs n' dogs), free drinks at Guzzle til ya Wuzzle, wedding tokens hidden in the haunted house. We're leaving for the honeymoon right after the ceremony and a quick ride on the tilt a whirl. Gunna be in Pennsylvania. Some place called intercourse. And when we get back, as another wedding present, poppy said he'd have the lean-to all boarded up snug with a new door for our first home. Have a good time at the wedding, everyone. � � � �