Frankie Says. . .

. . . Relax.

So that’s what I’m doing. Well, that and about a million and six frenetic wedding-related activities.

I think maybe I have all my groomsmen gifts picked out, but what to get my best man still stumps me. Tick tick tick. Der Tag approaches.

Oh, about last night? Dessert was Bananas Foster. I’m getting good at that one. I got a humidor, a very cool cutter, a kick-ass torch (“lighter” would be an insult), and a selection of yummy cigars. She got pearls.

We’re both very, very happy.