The countdown is over. Today is the day. And while other brides-to-be might be all aflutter and anxious over the last minute details, I’ve got very different and unglamorous logistics to figure out. Like washing the dog poop off the bottom of my son’s good shoes, so that he’ll have something nice to wear with his twee tuxedo. And trying to figure out how I’m going to wrangle him into the bathtub, in the middle of the morning, which flies in the face of his routine (he usually has a bath before bedtime). And wondering how wrong it would be to try to put a little concealer on the lad before photos, as he managed to get a big fat bloody lip just before our big day. No matter, though. He will look adorable, provided we can wrestle him *into* the tux. Photos to follow after a much-needed recovery period, which will include, but not be limited to, one bubble bath.