I was really excited to get home from work yesterday and check the mail because it was the first possible day to get an RSVP card for our wedding. And I knew I wouldn’t be disappointed because a friend had already told me hers was on the way. So, I opened the mailbox expecting to find one of those little white envelopes… and found 12! That’s 24 people who want to come to our wedding!
Here’s what ran through my mind:
* Yay! We are loved by at least 24 people! It’s going to be a fun wedding! Whoo!
* Do I even know 24 people? I guess I do.
* Oh crap! What if everyone who received an invitation wants to come? (We need 20 people to say no, due to the restrictions at the place we’re having the reception)
* I wonder if SJ will be able to come? What if she’s busy that day? The bridal party will be uneven! (Actually, it would make the bridal party even if she missed the wedding, but again uneven if she kept her hubby home with her. This is all very complicated and not very important. As long as she can make it. OK, I’m overthinking this.)
Then the Pretend Husband came home, listened as I went through the list of people who can make it, listened as I lamented that we could be screwed if at least a couple don’t start responding with “no” and then said, “Is there anyone I forgot to invite? Let me go through my phone and see if I missed anyone.”
That’s when I told him in a very calm voice that I had been working on the invite list for months and had spent many, many, MANY hours putting the invitations together by hand and had asked him multiple times if there was anyone he wanted to add to the list. Then I punched him in the head for even bringing it up. The End.
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