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Wedding Hair Pulling (People I know in real life may be offended by the following - sorry in advance!) RSVP cards have stamps already put on them when you receive them. Can someone please explain to me why it's so damn hard to mail them back? Check off the box: yes, I'm coming, or no, I'm not, and drop it in the mail. It's conveniently pre-addressed as well as pre-stamped. Total time for the invitee: about thirty seconds. Total time saved in stress for the bride: hours, most likely. The deadline for the party invites is in twelve days. Is it tomorrow? No. But these damn invitations went out over a month ago. People, either you can come or you can't. Meanwhile, I can't plan anything - how much food to buy, how much drink to buy, how many tables to rent, nothing - because I have no idea how many people are coming. You telling me you're coming? Not good enough! It's impossible to remember who said they were and weren't coming. That's why you have RSVP cards - so you can go through the stack and count numbers, rather than counting what you have and then trying to be all well, Bobby Joe said he was coming and bringing Kitty, and Sally Mae might be able to come, and if she can, she'll bring her octuplets and so on. Many of the non-sender-backers are Greg's coworkers and my family, who are also most likely the most able to make it. There are at least forty that went out to people who we don't expect to come (the invite served more as an announcement in those cases), and some people didn't get their invites until very late because we kept forgetting people, but that still leaves about...oh...fifty-five outstanding. Which is more than we've received back to this date. It's so aggravating!! Okay, rant over. Anyone reading this who was invited, I'm sorry. Would I like your RSVP card back? Yes, please, whether you can come or not - I want to save them. Would I like it back by the deadline? Naturally. Am I personally pissed at you? Probably not; it's most likely built-up rage at my family for thinking that studying and writing three papers was a "lame excuse" to not attend a family birthday party two days before said finals week began. I still don't have jewelry or shoes or a purse. Greg doesn't have shoes. We finally talked to our minister but we haven't picked out readings. We haven't decided on favors (but thank you to everyone who wrote in with such great suggestions; I'll be answering those emails hopefully tomorrow). I spent all day at the King of Prussia mall helping my mom find an outfit for the wedding. Can someone please explain to me why designers think women who wear "women's sizes" want to look like overstuffed slipcovered couches? I know I'm not asking anything that any size 20 or 24 or 18 hasn't asked for years, but as bad as casual women's size clothes are - fancy clothes are worse. We went all over this 400+ store mall, and naturally the last thing my mom tried on - at Sears, no less, somewhere we haven't shopped in years - was a good fit and looked nice. At one point my mom got very, very stressed out at the lack of an outfit (we'd hit almost everything by that point). I took her to MAC and bought her her very first MAC lipstick (Hug Me). Fifteen minutes later, we found the magic outfit. Coincidence? I think not. (Hey - if anyone has a "Museum Company" near them, I think they're all going out of business. Ours is, anyway. Beautiful, beautiful jewelry going for a steal.) (Why no, my brain isn't really this scattered. Why do you ask?) So I'm ripping my hair out of my head, trying to get my skin to clear up (because, you know, a thirty year old woman should HAVE PIMPLES at her second wedding) and trying to decide how I want my hair. And when I'm going to paint the dining room. And take back the Crate and Barrel stuff that someone sent us that we'd bought already because I forgot to delete that registry (it has since been updated, but I wish I'd figured it out earlier). And fold the four loads of laundry currently decorating the basement floor, not to mention the two that were already upstairs. And clean so everything stops smelling of musty winter. Tomorrow's entry will be about everything I am enjoying about this pre-wedding process. I promise. I promise you, and I especially promise me! |