The registry lady didn’t like me

Making a registry was one of those things we hadn’t gotten around to doing. Partially because we’ve been in “Oh shit!” mode about the save-the-dates. Mostly, though, our professional and personal lives as of late have prevented us from buying groceries most weeks, let alone thinking about “outfitting our home” with things like place settings and wine decanters.

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Why we are inviting literally dozens of strangers to our wedding

I was talking to a friend about wedding size.

“Here’s now we kept ours small,” she said. “We told our parents they could invite only people I or my fiance had met.”

Reasonable. But that won’t work for us. There are nearly 100 people on the guest list that neither I nor my fiance has ever met.

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Please stop posting about my wedding on Facebook

Most of our save-the-dates went out last week — to my family and our friends, anyway (my future in-laws are still all, “Guest list? What guest list? Just drop 1,000 invitations from an airplane over the state in which most of our friends reside and see who shows up!”).

After I dropped the block of post cards in the mailbox with a resounding thud (and yelled “Save the date, bitches!”), I was satisfied that yet another wedding chore had been checked off the list.

Little did I know that plenty save-the-date-related annoyance was yet in store.

Because our friends (bless their stupid little hearts) are posting on Facebook about receiving them.

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