Our wedding is… oh, I dunno. Like two months away. And what have I not done yet? Sent invitations.
You’d think I didn’t want anyone there.
The reality of it is that I fear that no one’s going to come (a very real possibility) so I’m subliminally avoiding that possibility.
Tonight I went through the brazilians of emails my mom sent me with her family’s addresses, and printed them out. Now I have to search for my friends’ addresses (by the way, if you’re my friend, could you send me your mailing address? I know you’ve sent it to me seven thousand times before, but… read the title of this post! C’mon!). I plan on addressing envelopes a) tomorrow evening, all of them in one shot, at which point I will have my hand amputated or b) bringing them to school and addressing them while I’m supervising exams. Or c) NEVER SENDING THEM OUT AND GETTING MARRIED IN THE BASEMENT which is what I deserve.
Rob of course is so on the ball and had his done weeks ago. Men. Hmph.
I’d go with doing it at school, several at a time.