I'm thinking we need to move away from "The favor of a reply is requested" language on invitations. Because really? I'm not that demure about the necessity of a reply. Everybody needs to hurry up and reply.
By last Saturday, the deadline printed on the invitations, I had exactly 30 of my ~105 reply cards back. Now I'm up to about 45.
Edited to add: I did the math for my mom and at the moment it comes to 64 people coming, 58 people not coming, and 83 people unknown. Most of the yes and no people are from actual RSVP cards, but several people have RSVPed via Facebook or email.
I can't think of anything to add to that, so I'm just going to let it stand as a testament to the awesomeness of our lives.
Then Scott's Uncle F. and Aunt C. sent us two different things from our registry. And I thought, "Oh, how nice." Then they sent us a check in the mail. And I thought, "I kind of hope Mr. Cobbler's other 14 siblings appointed this brother as their gift-giving representative." Because seriously. If this is what everybody is going to do my little introverted self is going to get totally overwhelmed by the attention. (I love it. I just want to hide until it is over. Introverts are weird like that.)
Then Scott's godparents also sent us a check.
Our Big Comfy Chair Fund is going to actually have something in it if this keeps up.
(Did I mention that my Big Comfy Chair broke? It was awful. I am still saddened.)
Literally the day before our first gift arrived, I thought, "Hey, I should go buy thank-you notes just in case anyone feels moved to buy us a wedding present."
Methinks I need to unwrap that package this weekend.
Also, she seems to have figured out a way for me to get super-nice wedding flowers for free. I am not kidding. Further updates on that as events warrant.
Oh, and my mom just went to an All Saints Party and came home with a bunch of chips and pretzels and who knows what from the other mother. (Other Mother's daughter got married earlier this month. They apparently have leftover finger food and don't know what to do with it. I think my wedding guests will be able to help them brainstorm a solution.)
And now Mom wants me to make that stuff not be in the back of the van, so I'll hit publish and go.
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