An Announcement

Of course there's lots to report from our trip to San Diego and Mexico, but I'll wait till we actually have pictures. For now, I'd really like to talk about what was in my mailbox this morning.

The explanation starts about nine months ago...

Oh boy. Now you're thinking that there was a baby in my mailbox. Really, the whole "nine months" thing is a coincidence. It just so happened that nine months ago, I was making a special effort to get out more and meet new people. This involved attending any ward activity I could stomach and accepting invitations to random people's birthday parties. So it was that last October, I found myself at a birthday party for a ward girl. There were a lot of other people at the party, but during the course of the evening, I was able to meet her and her boyfriend/fiance.

The stint of "meeting new ward people" didn't really last very long, and so it was that I probably only talked to this girl and her fiance the night of that party and maybe a nod or two in the halls afterwards.

Last week, when I was at Hancock fabric buying the rest of my supplies for my Betty Shopper bag, I saw her and her fiance. I made eye contact---kindof---with the fiance who didn't seem to recognize me at all (nine months ago was a long time) so I didn't really feel the need to go up and start a conversation with either of them. Not out of spite. Just out of having absolutely nothing to say because really, we just casually barely knew of one another's existence.

In fact, when I was ready with my fabric, I stood at the fabric cutting counter right beside them. Again, it's not like they recognized me or anything, which I, of course, was fine with because like I said, it's not as if we had some fabulous friendship. I left the store without ever talking to them.

This morning, I checked my mail on my way to work to see if my latest Etsy purchase arrived. It didn't. But I leafed through what was there and found an announcement-looking envelope. I opened it up to find this couple's wedding invitation.

Wow.

This basically means that for invitations alone, I can never afford to get married (sorry Murray---give up on me now) because apparently the rule is that you must send an invitation to every person you have ever said hello to, briefly been acquainted with, or nodded at in a hall.

6 comments:

Murray Terreno di Amore said...

That's it.

I give up.

...too many people.

You know too many people.

Mr. Fob said...

This is why my advice to everyone is to marry young (before you have a chance to nod at too many people in the hall) and to marry an antisocial person.

The Holyoaks said...

I will be very offended if I don't get an announcement. I've seen you do more than nod your head. I recall a special talent you shared with Gary and I on the mish. This is a PG rated blog so I'll spare the refreshing of memories.

natali said...

last friday night when i was at hancocks with a bunch of british mennonites looking at the clearance cotton prints i thought its time i look into getting a boyfriend.

Th. said...

.

I can't believe how rude I was.

Natalie said...

I know we just met that one time by the cougareat, but I was secretly hoping for an invitation if an invitation-worthy event were to take place.

Maybe you could have a virtual reception. I'd come!