Best Gig Ever

It's the morning before the Wedding of the Century and I'm quite sure the mother of the bride is running around in a tizzy, making sure the centerpieces have exactly the right shade of turquoise ribbons and the caterers know about the vegan who will be attending and tends to be cranky and the cash-only payment the cookie vendor required is tucked into the remittance envelope.

The mother of the groom? Slept late, then went for a pedicure.

Best. Gig. Ever.