The dude told me that I can’t buy custom Zazzle postage for the invites because they cost twice as much as regular postage.
I hate when he makes a rational argument.
So I’m currently stamp-bombing him via text. Who’s sorry now?
So basically, this has been a DAY.
Surprise half-day today.
(Yeah, this is a recurring thing. Rarely, if ever, any warning. But I will not look a gift horse in the mouth.)
Which means I’ll be spending my afternoon stuffing wedding invitations.
The gift of time is such a gift, ammiright? (I needed to say something Oprah-y in conjunction with the Oprah gif, obviously.)
- Holy crap. So much to do.
- The invitations came last night. They came out great.
- But the one for my dad was addressed to my brother. Womp womp.
- In other news, I just made a dinner reservation in Copenhagen (one stop of the honeymoon) and booked it under my married name!
- HOLY CRAP 100 DAYS IS NOT A LONG TIME.
Allowing toothpaste to drip from my electric toothbrush straight down the front of the shirt I am planning to wear to work.
Every day. Every single day.
So that informal poll was spurred by a photo I saw as I was scanning through Style Me Pretty on my RSS reader this morning. It was of a bride with her dress hiked way up to show her garter, and my reaction was basically “Wait, people are still doing this?”
So I was curious if people were still doing this. And it sounds like, for the most part, they’re not. I hadn’t planned on it, and don’t think I’ll be changing my mind on it.
Also, I agree with Caitlin: the ultimate cringe-inducing wedding moment is always when the women who caught the bouquet is forced to sit and allow the man who caught the garter to put it on her. No thank you.
There’s a meeting I’ve been trying to set for the past 55 days. It is a meeting I’m being asked to take. The attendees: me and one other person. The projected length of this meeting: 45 minutes.
So far, there have been 17 emails back and forth about it.
At least 3 of those emails involved the otherside back-tracking on sets of available times they sent me in their previous email.
I even tried to get out of it at one point, saying “Gosh, it seems [this person’s] life is really crazy right now. Should we table this until they come up for air?”
The meeting is still not set.
The greatest Sorkin spoof of our times.
'Cause a woman’s life is worth nothing unless she’s making a great man greater, y’all.
(Hey, Josh Charles! Congrats on the Clown Dog promotion!)