HUGE sigh of happiness/relief. The Save the Dates are in the mail drop-box. They are out of my hands and are now at the will of the United States Postal Service. This may be the biggest checkmark on my to-do list yet!
(a very exciting moment, indeed)
On Sunday, my mom and I put ourselves to the task of addressing by hand all of the envelopes. We were going to just print peel-off labels, but we could save ourselves about $30 by writing them ourselves. And honestly, I think a handwritten envelope looks so much nicer and more personal (unless you have bad handwriting…luckily my mom and I can pass for decent with a ball-point pen).
(diligently working...)
(serioulsy the cutest forever stamps...ever.
well worth going to more than one post office for these!)
It took us about three hours of scattered conversation and concentration to get the envelopes filled, addressed, and licked. I say scattered conversation, because my mom and I didn’t inherit the supposedly feminine attribute of multi-tasking—at least not when it comes to talking. We both talk with our hands, and so when our hands become occupied, telling a story can be very difficult.
One of my favorite parts about addressing envelopes with my mom was hearing some of her best euphemisms when she would make a mistake. These euphemisms include "crud crakers!", “shnikies!”, and my personal favorite, "son of a biscuit!". It would be all quiet as we both diligently worked, and out of nowhere, “son of a BISCUIT!” and then the sound of an envelope being torn in half (or many pieces on a couple of occasions) would be heard from the other side of the table.
We used my mom’s address for the return so we had to write it over and over and over, and after about 150 envelopes, Mom literally forgot the address. She kept trying to recollect the house number out loud…she did have most of the numbers correct (I’ll give her that), but the order was all wrong…
I am just so thrilled to say that this task is done!! One step closer....
...now to work on the design for the fo-real invitations...
A friend / colleague of mine always says "frick-frackin!" as her curse word of choice. It always makes me chuckle!
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