So, as I left you earlier, the Future Wife, which is what I call her because I think fiance is a dumb word (and sounds eerily close to Beyonce to 5 year olds), Ikea Table Legged me over her engagement ring. Not gonna lie, it kinda sucked. But I didn't cry (too much) and got over it (meaning I bring it up every chance I get). But apologies to Mrs. Ellis and Gold who were so excited, they couldn't wait to get started helping me plan the proposal. Side note: On the real? Those two ladies are diabolical, borderline Machiavellian with their schemes. Don't cross them. Ever.
So after that came color schemes, save the dates, and invitations. For any dudes that read this, PAY THE MONEY! Don't try to get cute and do them yourselves. Save yourself the heartache and endless trips to Paper Source. Learn from me... I don't care how nice you are on illlustrator, she won't like anything. She won't know what she does like, she just will know that whatever you just created wasn't it. Plus, no one really cares what they look like except future brides. Its like a strange "anything you can do I can do better" move, except everyone only goes once. They pull Lebron's and take mental notes on everything some other bride did. And then they vow to crush that bride's wedding. Its the female version of cars, pools, tvs, and riding lawn mowers times a thousand and compressed into one day.
So I think that's it. You are now officially caught up. I believe there are other things to come. But before I go, shout outs to Mrs. Diaz and the rest of the ladies at the San Jose Paper Source store. Thank you for being understanding, helpful, and for not laughing at me on one of my many visits.
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