I wanted to just send out Evites for our reception.
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Er, what? Does the sister have someone she wanted to bring and can't? Otherwise, just...don't go?
Apparently, the sister has a boyfriend that she wanted to bring. I am presuming that M (my friend) got a guest because he's been with his boyfriend for 7 years and they live together.
For my theoretical wedding, I will be sending fancy invites (I love stationery) and I will be contacting people for names if I don't already know them.
I will be inviting family members to bring their kids, and I am just going to have casual invites that ask people to indicate how many people they are bringing and how many are kids. (So I'll have a good idea of how much of the yard to devote to kid-friendly activities and dossing down of sleepy younguns later in the evening.)
They will be addressed to (all adult's names) and family.
But this is a very casual late summer backyard reception, so...basically, if D can't be arsed to provide the info for his side of the family, it will be to The -------- Family.
And he's damned well gonna address his family's invites.
I would have sent it to Steph and Tim. Also, I like velveeta shells and cheese best(although I'm not picky about it.)
Totally bringing Clooney to every wedding from here on out.
If I do a renewal wedding thing for my 25th will you guys bring Clooney?
Once again I would like to iterate that were George Clooney my boyfriend and/or husband I would share him with my friends.
My friends would not get to sleep with George Clooney, but he would be available, on a limited basis, for weddings, class reunions, shoulder rubs, foot rubs, showing up at your house in a tux after you've had a hard day and making you a pot of tea and listening to you bitch about your boss...
Clooney rentals. You could make a fortune.
wrod.
Hey, Cass, got one for you: I just sneezed and hurt my hip flexor. Yeah, I don't even know.