God knows where she got the idea.

It could have been a case of matrimonial dementia.  Maybe a madness triggered by long hours of high-stakes toddler-tending and potty training.

Whatever its origin, it proved to be an episode of insanity whose symptoms included both bloggerly excess and bridal distress.

It took the form of something my friend Tori termed the “Very Bloggy Wedding,” destined to revolutionize the worlds of wedding planning and WordPress applications alike.

(Both blogger and bride-to-be, beware.)

So, it was that Tori asked readers of “The Ramblings” to plan her upcoming nuptials, selecting via weekly vote everything from bridemaids’ dresses to bouquets and launching both the traditions of reception ribbon walls and cowboy boot center-pieces.

And so it was, as well, that I, a virtual stranger, was designated the unlikely Very Bloggy Wedding correspondent and asked to report to Tori’s readers the Very Bloggy events I witnessed– to assure them their selections had mattered when it came…