Just Do It

Ok. You want to come to my wedding. Admit it. In order to make your wish come true (and seeing as I AM the wish fulfilling committee--ask Dewy all his wishes come true in 35 days) I need your address. Before you wig out about me even daring to suggest you posting your address on my very well read blog for all internet surfers to see... chill. Email it to me, or if you have my cell number text me. If I work with you, don't bother. Email me HERE, OR HERE. Put your name in the subject line so I don't delete you. I was going to write that French word for peace out (Oivwa is how I would have spelled it and laughed at being way off base) but I think just saying 'WORD' will suffice.