That's right, she married a guy named Steve Cohen. Great guy ... great family ... what? No he's not Jewish. I know ... maybe there's a Jew in the closet. Who knows?
This is the stuff great blogs are made of ... beautiful setting: Charleston, beautiful bride: sure I'm prejudice but she's my daughter, drama: the wedding planner vs. just about everyone except Nikki, big payout: I won't be retiring soon.
That's all I can tell you without having to kill you.
Seriously, it was a wonderful wedding and we couldn't be happier for Steven and Nicole.
Speaking of Sammy ... He calls a lot lately ... actually about three times a day and each conversation starts like this:
"Joel ... this is your dad. Yeah ... I just wanted to see if this phone is working. You think it is?"
Here are some of his other latest gems:
"I need some socks. I don't like nylon, I like black."
"I got a lot of paperwork in that drawer but there are no pants."
"Some biscuits are wonderful ... like Red Lobster."
"You know ... people walk back and forth here. I don't know what they do."
"Joel ... what do you do? Do you have a commercial life?"