Last Minute Stuff

So I think I'm tired of looking at this one table.  Its not at my house. Its at Carla's.  Its full of stuff. Its a mess. And it has everything to do with wedding.  In fact. If someone says wedding to me one more time. I'll scream. Then I'll curl up into the fetal position and try to imagine a land far far away that is sunny, warm, and everyone knows your name. Wait thats Cheers.