Four lines of prose about: the planner.
Our wedding planner, Kat's best friend, arrived today. She'll be staying with us from now until the wedding, helping to take care of all those little final details that we've totally forgotten about.
Back to the market tomorrow morning!
"Don't worry, I've got this all figured out."
Those were the magic words - whenever Ricky said them I knew we were in serious trouble. That is, if I hadn't already worked it out on my own; you know, like if we were in jail or hiding naked in a rose bush.
A guy couldn't ask for a better best friend.