I might as well tell the world, my huge oversized pumpkin little lotus blossom, Gretchen and I are QWITZ! No more! Finis! Ovah! So, my dearest Jodi, oh fattest of fat fairest of fair, let's go for it! You've got a great plan going, gal! I knew you'd come up with only the best wedding plans of the century.

The Las Cruces Motel 6 is great, but let's not discount the merits of the Super 8 in San Diego. We wouldn't have to drive too far, then. But if you really want to do it up big (like my mask, heh heh), we could motor out to Graceland and stay at the Memphis Travelodge. I'll leave it up to you.

But hey, I'm jumping the gun here! We gotta get these wedding plans firmed up first (like my mask, heh heh)! Sounds like you've got most of the suckers wedding party chosen, but I think I'd like to have my bud Cory Feldman as best man, and maybe Gary Coleman can be ring bearer?

I've been doodling on my stolen prescription pad little note pad, and I came up with this:

Isn't that the coolest thing you've ever seen? I can't wait! One last thing: Tell that Andy character she's just plain not good enough to make a tent big enough for you make your wedding gown. I've seen that chick, and she's just plain scary, she's so tall.

All my *hic* *belch* love,

P.S. Honey, when it comes to you, everything's unbreakable!