8 days...

Yes. Only eight days until the RSVP deadline.

And I'm still waiting on a few individuals who like to wait until the very last minute to do anything. I won't name names...Mom. (see, i didn't say your name)

Luckily, there are only a handful of people who I will have to hound for any kind of confirmation...Daddy.

But you know, with most of these people I can just assume they are coming, the only problem is I don't know what they want to eat...three out of five bridesmaids and their dates.

And I wouldn't want to inconvenience them with the wrong meal...maids of honor.

So, I guess in eight days I'll start with the gentle nudging...two out of four groomsmen.

And then work my way into suspect interrogation....grandmother.

But it's really in their best interest to send in the response cards. As. Soon. As. Possible.

58 days...

"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

**click**

"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.

This morning:

"Hey, I have a question about the invitations..." Corey - 9:45am

"Goodbye." me

I can't make this stuff up.

A letter to our guests

Dear Future Wedding Attendees,

Your invitations are on the way! But before you get your hands on those little jerks that brought on bouts of late night sob-fests I just wanted to explain a few things.

Ten of you are getting the wrong directions. Sorry. I tried to give them all to my friends and family in California who are not likely to make the trip, but Grandma, just in case you do decide to come, when it looks like I'm trying to send you into a tree, I really wanted you to turn the other way. Sorry.

Some of you will have partial paw prints on your envelopes. Yes. My parents have a dog that likes to get up on the furniture when people aren't around. Furniture that I leave empty addressed envelopes on.

Oh, and if you find fragrant little brown flakes in your envelope, they actually are not part of the invitation. They are part of a brownie.

I look forward to seeing everyone! Don't forget to spay and neuter your pets and RSVP on time.

Stacie

77 days...

Here's a fun little game:


What does not belong in this picture of our invitation?

Look closely.....

...and I'm not talking about spelling or grammatical errors, thanksomuch...

Give up?

Are you suuuuure??

Ok!

Ohmigosh how did those get there?!

See, on Valentine's Day, what better a gift to give college students than a handful of condoms? And what is the best way to use those condoms? Why, hiding them all over your sister's room, of course!

What a joy it was finding one in my jacket, two in my purse, one in my jewelry box, another in my robe and the last in my unmentionables drawer.

I had very good intentions to return the favor, but before I did I thought I should take a picture of a wedding invitation to send to my future mother-in-law. Luckily, for both of us, I noticed the little treasures before I sent it on its way. She got the cropped version.

133 days...

Corey is my big helper. He is actually much more involved than I would have hoped...I mean expected. He has helped me with every decision from choosing the type and color of our flower arrangements (red roses, red berries, green hydrangeas) to picking the icing flavors in our cake. And fortunately for all of our guests, he also noticed the font in the invitations made the h's look like b's, so it was quickly changed...and then it was changed again because it wasn't fancy enough...and again because it "just wasn't right." We finally settled on the perfect font. You know what they say: third time's a fist in the face!

134 days...

...that translates to a little over four months. Venue:booked. Photographer: retained. Food: decided. Dress: bought. Band: scheduled. (We actually have a lot more than that done, I just couldn’t think of any more words to say...done) Next stop, detail-city.

A year ago, I thought it would be a good idea to add a personal touch and make the invitations myself. I had no idea it would include: cheesy wording, printing, stamping, embossing, gluing, gluing, stamping, cutting, printing, assembling, addressing, licking. In that order. Too late to change my mind now, I’m knee deep in embossing powder.