I'm letting the cat out...

Of the bag...

That secret I mentioned a few weeks ago? It's a doozy.

I'm having a bachelorette party, at the Owl Bar, where my Baba used to drink his martinis, within the wood-panelled walls of the Belvedere Hotel, in Charm City.

Which is to say that... YES, I'm getting married. On my birthday. Jan 12th.

I'll be wife-ishy now too.

But no. You aren't invited.

Because I'm running away.

Cantaloupe?
Like Hell we can't!!!!!

I'll be doing the deal in Vagas, baby! At the Viva Las Vegas Wedding Chapel.

Believe, hon!

And I'm so so so happy! About so many things. And now this. This! THIS!!!

But nope... I know what you're thinking, and I'm (we're) not pregnant.

Not yet anyway.

That'll be the next secret.

You have to save something for your thirties...