Ally and I designed and put together the invitations to the wedding. When I tell people this, I generally get two reactions.

1) That's awesome! Can I see?

2) Really? (invariably accompanied by a stare that makes clear the person I'm talking to is now convinced that I'm mentally deficient).

During the time we spent doing our invitations, I believe that we've realized that both reactions are completely reasonable. This is one of those things you want to get right, and look nice, and you'd be surprised just how very hard it is to get once piece of paper squarely mounted on another larger piece of paper (actually, like so many other things, doing it once isn't tough. It's the scaling up of doing it many times which is a little difficult. Not since I was 17, anyway).

In any case, to lighten the load a bit, Ally and I got my family to pitch in a bit, rubber cementing bits of paper together. As in any other industrial process, there were a number of invitations which just didn't make it passed the Quality Assurance process Ally and I did when reviewing the invitations. When I told my family this, they reacted with shock and alarm, agast that me and my beloved so callously tossed away their hard work (not really, but they pretended they did for comic effect).

Fast forward to last week (does that parse?). We mailed out the invitations two weeks ago or so), when I get a frantic email from Ally that it looks like I picked up her phone and she got mine. Not a major problem, we'll just be subjected to one anothers friends for the day (not a big deal for me. Probably a little more wearing for Allison, given the caliber and profound level of jackassery most of my friends put forth.

I bring this up, because halfway through the day, my brother sends me a text saying "Just got your invitations! Look great, but I think they are a little off-center." And since Allison has my phone, she is actually the one that receives the message. When I called my brother to tell him that, he thought it was really funny, so I pass it on to you.

Also, Ally sent her phone a message from my phone saying that she loved me, which was nice. Except a few days after it, I was looking through my text messages and saw this:

Outgoing: I love you

Outgoing: Hey Ben, it's Ally. I have kens phone. Meant to send that to him. I love you too though... but in a different way.