OK, so I have been really low stress about the wedding stuff. Or anyway, I had been. Up until, oh, last weekend really.
People kept saying, "You must be so stressed!"
Not really. We've been pretty low key about most things. We're not getting all detail-y. We've been proud of ourselves for how not-stressed we've been.
Until Nick's mother came up with five more couples who needed to be invited. Not three months ago when we asked. Not two months ago. Not even one month ago.
Sunday being two days after we received all our invitations from the printer. All our invitations meaning a few extras to make an even number. Not five extra.
Because we had their people. Or anyway, we thought we did.
So we decided that we could use the three extras, and his parents and one sister would not get invites; instead, theirs would go to his parents' friends. And then we would have enough.
He explained this unfortunate situation to his parents, who didn't really have room to not be understanding, having been asked multiple times for their people. Somehow, the timing or the urgency or something just never clicked with his mom earlier.
If you think I didn't lose my shit over this, you're mistaken. If you think I didn't rant to every one of my friends, you overestimate me. And if you've never seen me lose my shit, it's not pretty.
Betty and Maude both said we could not send them invitations. They'd donate theirs to the cause. And I replied?
"I'll be damned if I'm not sending you invitations. They are pretty. I want you to have one. YOU ARE GETTING AN INVITATION."
With a directive like that, all you can say is, "Great! Can't wait! OKloveyoubye!"
But the good news is, we're not very organized with this. My The List was not entirely Nick's The List. Or rather, the one he thought was The List. Which was the one sitting on his desk from when we did the magnets. Not the one I have in Google Docs (thanks to awesome recommendations from VVK and HKW).
Yes, I know we went through this with the magnets. And still we didn't learn. We have learned.
So back to the good news. There were a couple people in the Nick column on my The List that had dropped off of Nick's version. So it looks like we will be OK on invitations.
Me. I'm getting all stressed and upset and spreadsheety and shit-losing-y over pieces of paper. For a party.
I don't like it.