John and I are off today to a family wedding in Tulsa. This has been the perfect occasion for me to make all kinds of jokes about cattle, and musicals, and debutante balls, which, let me tell you, are hillarious. I’m trying to get them all out of my system before we actually arrive in Tulsa, because I have this sneaking suspicion that the “silly southerner” jokes aren’t going to go over so well with the family that actually lives there. You know, full time.