{Sigh}
Well, one step forward 5 steps back, and no I’m not talking about some kind of dance. Rodney and I had been working on assembling the wedding invitations all weekend, I was up serious late Sunday night because I really wanted to get every last bit done. Then Monday night, just as Rod’s finishing checking off the list making sure we have everyone on the envelopes, and we’re about to stamp them… I realized, the “Reception Cards” never made it into the envelopes (they were hiding… grrr)… I about fall apart, from panic, exhaustion and the sheer frustration that this just can’t be happening.
In an attempt to find new envelopes to cure the problem, we sadly couldn’t find a replacement. But with the brilliant idea of my loving patient fiancé, we decided to call the place we got the invites from and hoped they could overnight new envelopes to us… I dial…pray…and ask… YES! They can send new envelopes that will be here Wednesday!! YEA!! Thank you Lord! So thankfully, the invitations should be out the door Wednesday and those of you here in town should receive them hopefully by Saturday.
Another minor set-back that honestly just had me mad. We’ve been on the look out for a groom’s cake for Rod, and finding someone who can do a great specialty cake has been a challenge… well you can find them, but they charge you an arm, leg, and anything else they can think of for it. So we thought we found a place, made an appointment with them, and then the lady writes me back asking who is doing my wedding cake (because obviously I’m not asking her to do it, just the grooms cake), I tell her who, an amazing friend of the family who creates beautiful cakes, but not as a full-time business, the lady replies and says that she cannot make the groom’s cake because the person making the wedding cake isn’t “insurance and bonded”…. I could have thrown my phone across the room when I read that, WHAT!? Seriously, what does that mean, so I kindly responded said was sad to hear that, but asked her to explain. Her response was curt and definitely sounded like it was embellished. Fine, you don’t want to make our cake, it wasn’t going to bring you big money, so you made up a lie to get yourself out of the appointment, fine, I get it. But boo on you for being a punk and not saying that first off and making an appointment with us and then you cancel, boo on you! Ugh.
So now the hunt continues for a groom’s cake….
Who’s saying what?