I finally hit my bridezilla breaking point last night, and may or may not have told Mike I no longer cared if anyone showed up to the wedding. Ouch!
As I mentioned before, I decided to buy the stationary and print out our wedding invitations to save money. Other than choosing to wear hot pink rubber bands on my braces at 14, this may be the biggest mistake of my life. It sounds so easy, but it took me about 10 hours to set up the right printer settings so everything was centered and not crooked. I've been doing 6 invitations a day, which means I've been working on them for several weeks.
Then yesterday, my printer started breaking down and no longer printed the "M" in Michael or the "N" in Evanchan, so I was marrying Ichael Evancha. I tried to send those ghetto invitations to people I didn't know on our list (sorry 2nd cousins!), or to older people I thought might not be able to see the mistake. (I'm going to bridezilla hell.)
Then it became pretty apparent this wasn't working. Mike and I walked to Staples about 8:30 p.m. last night, and he graciously carried a new printer home about 1/2 mile. This was the first time I've ever seen his upper lip sweat. We plugged it in...and it wasn't working.
That's when I broke down and told him I was over the "invitation thing." He told me as a bride, that really wasn't an option.
So to those of you who haven't received an invitation yet, a) You're not invited, or b) You are invited but won't receive your invitation until November.