Timelies all!
Gary and I divided up writing the thank-you notes for our wedding gifts. We did do them in batches, fwiw.
'Beneath You'
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Timelies all!
Gary and I divided up writing the thank-you notes for our wedding gifts. We did do them in batches, fwiw.
Oh god, we took ages to write our thank-you notes for wedding gifts. Months, at least. I *think* we had them all done by the time our first anniversary rolled around, but I couldn't swear to it.
I avoid doing anything in life that would require me sending thank you notes.
How do you avoid letting nice people do nice things for you? Avoid nice people, or just hurt their feelings so they aren't nice to you?
I thank people individually when they do nice things for me. I just don't send tiny cards with handwritten notes because I am a terrible person.
Is there anything that requires thank you notes where a personal thanks wouldn't do? I mean, if you had the patience to thank each person face to face for their lovely ba? mitzvah/graduation/christening/wedding gift, would that count, or is etiquette firmly decided on cards?
(I love cards, I have many, and then I have blanks so I can insert photos or draw my own).
I am a terrible person.
All the words are spelled correctly, yet it fails to make sense.....
I am laughing at the buffista restaurant swiping confessional here. It helped temper my reaction, I'll tell you what.
is etiquette firmly decided on cards?
My understanding is that etiquette says a card/note (and, I suppose, the attendant effort put into writing/mailing it) is a more appropriate response than a verbal "thank you," even if effusive, genuine, and accompanied by tears and/or song and/or interpretive dance.
I'm a shitty dancer, so I'ma go with notes.
One night my housemate and I came home from the bar each with six beer glasses secreted on our persons. The waitress hadn't cleared them all night so we had like 48 to choose from on our table. (um, it wasn't just us at the bar.)
And then we decided to stop at Tim Horton's and somehow added some coffee mugs and sugar shakers to the mix.
And then we had to slog our way up the very steep hill to our house in a heavy snowstorm. I'm honestly surprised we made it, due to either the weigh pulling us back downhill or the likelihood of arterial bleeds if we fell.
In our defense, we were 19 and very very drunk.
And my dad still uses that sugar shaker.