cards than the 20 or so belonging to those people, but I stopped begrudging people Facebook RSVPs at some point this past week.) That's pretty abysmal, even if it is better than EIGHTY-THREE. Oh well. Too bad for those people. If they decide to come after all, they just won't get any food, and they'll have no one to blame but themselves.
I also emailed the caterer the final head count and a few final-detail questions. Hopefully she'll get back to me promptly and there will be no headaches involved.
(I also called the reception hall and got everything squared away there. I am so proud of myself today.)
I am getting a bouquet with 18 pink-edged roses and a fair bit of greenery. The bridesmaids are getting a similar thing but with 12 roses. Mary (you know, the Mother of God Mary) is getting a similar thing with 6 roses. I was not so much a fan of that, but I'm also getting an extra throwing bouquet. Since I'm not throwing a bouquet (really, does anyone actually LIKE that tradition?), I think Mary is going to get that one too. Then she will not have fewer flowers than anybody else.
There will also be two vases of flowers to go on either side of the tabernacle; I forget what those are supposed to look like.
The moms and my grandma are getting corsages with white roses. Apparently the pink-edged roses are too big to make good corsages.
The guys are getting bout...bout...those things that pin to their lapels. I don't know if the roses will be white or pink-edged white. I wouldn't care either way except that I went to a lot of trouble to make sure the guys wouldn't be offended by anything vaguely pinkish touching their person. (Report: Middle Younger Brother likes wearing pink, because he's a rebel. :) The other brothers don't care.) Funny story: My godmother called my mother and said that she had counted wrong because weren't there supposed to be four groomsmen? And then my mom explained again that we're being uneven and there are actually only three groomsmen. Godmother: "Oh well. You'll have an extra in case one breaks or something."
Also, I didn't like the one flower girl basket that was displayed on the florist's website. (It had a little too much greenery. Greenery is the kind of thing that should be done in moderation.) So the florist is giving her something bigger than the one pictured. I am a little vague on what it's going to look like, but Teresa is probably going to have a blast whacking...er, carrying it serenely down the aisle.
(They're two guys Scott and I know from Franciscan.)
The real list is even longer than that, but I won't bore you with the rest.
See? This relates to the wedding because at one point this week my ability to singlehandedly make that little blue bar grow was the only thing standing between me and a total Bridezilla meltdown. I've said it before and I'll say it again: Stress relief is important.
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