D OFFICE IN CRISIS MODE

Things are way weird around here. Poor Tall Paul is simultaneously trying to conduct interviews for a story and order ice for his wedding, which is tomorrow. His bride-to-be is trying to coordinate friends and family, and Paul’s face is white with fear. Eric is MIA. Well, he is lost at Caesar’s Palace in Vegas, where he has probably deposited a third cell phone into a urinal. Tim is trying to get copy in from a bunch of writers who either have a dog that has eaten their copy or a computer that has mysteriously kidnapped their story. I’m getting ready for a 2:00 root canal. Sarah is pounded with work (thanks to Eric). Stacey is at a management class at SMU (with homework not done). And I’m sure Stephanie has turned into dust by now, as D Fashion is in production. Rod just walked in with a new hat and added a little levity to the day. Thanks, Dr. Guac. We needed that.