So I'm in my BFF's wedding on Sunday. And holy god, remind me to elope. Because if i had my way, all the tables would be bare and there would be none of this ridiculous "we are making centerpieces and things to go down the aisle and also welcome bags for everyone and bags for the kids during the wedding, and and and" Jesus. (Also, I luckily noticed the typo on the "itinerary" in the "welcome bags" that said the wedding was Saturday, not Sunday. Of course, that then meant we had to go back to Kinko's and reprint all of them (which was a whole other cluster). Aaaaagh. This is the sort of thing where I think "yes, I'm girly on the outside, but so not on the inside"

Yeah, I don't like this party favor biz.

The party IS the favor. We feed you cake! You show up. Party ensues. Go home!

Also, hire movers.

Or maybe that is just me. Waiting for the last goddamn load of laundry * in this house to finish.

• realty gods willing, we did a midnight drive by and the staging furniture is still there. My ill SIL flatly stated that either it is gone, they now own it or they'll rent them storage at $100/day. There is a nice piece or two there....

Yeah, I don't like this party favor biz.

The party IS the favor. We feed you cake! You show up. Party ensues. Go home!

Miss Manners agrees with you. (As do I. But my mom had Very Strong Feelings about our wedding having favors, and since she contributed a significant amount of $, we capitulated and had them. But it was Godiva, already in tiny boxes, so all I had to do was pick them up at the store and tell Tim's nieces to set them at each dinner plate. And people thought it was awesome, because, hey, chocolate. But if it had been our own $, we would have skipped favors entirely.)

We had favors at our reception. We did Sharpies with our wedding date and the word "Permanent" printed on them.

I still have that sharpie. Those were awesome favors.

You know, once you get financially stable enough to own a house, you really should employ movers for the bulk of your goods. (Yes, there's often quite a few things that you may still want to move on your own, like plants, and Great-granma's fragile cut-crystal candelabra.)

(And indeed, the movers told me I saved an hours' worth of their expensive time by moving a bunch of small book boxes by myself before Moving Day, but that was me, in my spare time, being Cheap, and not obligating anyone else.)

Here's hoping the Actual Move will go smoothly!

I strenuously believe in movers. And have generally appreciated wedding favors, even the ones I've had to assemble, because people I know are mostly low-key about this kind of thing. And I'm not going to lie, I've always appreciated a welcome bag. Oh good lord, if I were to get married, my mother would totally want to make welcome bags and it would turn into a Whole Thing. I'd have to make my one local, organized, and crafty cousin my MOH just to get stuff done.

My brother is just stubborn about paying for certain things he ''can do himself" (ahem.) my SIL agrees this is a pita.

I've got bruises all over my shins, but that's from my sil's SUV that I've been hauling stuff with. I keep whacking myself on the same damn corner of the door all week.

Will probably lose Internut (haha, my autocorrect knows I deliberately misspell that!) later today until it theoretically starts at the new house tomorrow.

Craziness ahead!

I wish you continued strength! Mental and physical.