"Oh the adventures we've had," I think to myself as I stare wistfully out the pollen smeared windows of my office. As I sit here amid piles of work yet to be completed, a zucchini bread recipe and a spoon I recount our most recent adventure.
"I can't get these...(almost expletive)....cards to print out right!! They're Not WORKING!!!!" (phone conversation in May--this is just to illustrate my obvious frustration with the whole invitation project)
Now fast forward to last night:
"All of the invitations will be mailed by tomorrow." me - 5:30pm
"Are you going to be able to get them out by tomorrow??" Corey - 7:00pm
"That's what I said." me
"Are you Sure they are going out? This just seems so unorganized to me." Corey - 10:00pm
"Why'd you hang up??" Corey - 10:15pm
What followed was an onslaught of inaudible shrieks and wailing, chest pains, and pleas to never again speak of invitations.
"Hey, I have a question about the invitations..." Corey - 9:45am
I can't make this stuff up.