This is okay, provided that all the gang members are dressed in identically tacky dresses and matched by height.
Regards,
Shodan
I would be perfectly happy with the honeymoon registry, so long as the couple set it up without any expectation regarding how much (if any) I am willing or able to contribute.
No one could be so cruel… could they? <shivers>
Reading the web site linked reminded me of two things.
While ma was doing a payment in a store I looked at the electronic store registry. They apparently never remove them from the database, because there were ones over ten years old in it. I can imagine guests being confused when they are going to one of those people’s second weddings after a divorce.
At one of those the baby is coming weddings it was at the legion hall, with bring your own plate and utensils. I didn’t go to it. At least they didn’t ask everyone to bring their favorite record to play for the dancing.
Sure. To save on the expense of a band for the reception, they could just show an old Peter, Paul and Mary reunion concert. If the happy couple arranged to take a percentage of the cash bar and everything from the honeymoon “tip” jar, they’d make out like bandits, except that fire code requires that the exits be clearly marked and unlocked. Ooh, I know – pay toilets. The maid of honor could be in charge of vending the needed toilet tokens, at a substantial you-got-to-come-to-the-wedding mark-up, of course.
My wedding 10 weeks ago had a related problem - we weren’t living together but we did combine two households and, at that time, had no idea what we’d end up with in terms of stuff.
Later we found we had enough bakeware for three houses, but, oddly, not nearly enough dishes for a family. Small appliances worked out well but we do still have a washer/dryer pair in the garage waiting for the in-house one to die.
Before the wedding announcements were sent, we were asked multiple times where we were registered. Therefore, we included this on the back of our home-made wedding invites:
Many people want to give gifts at weddings. We tried to help them through the confusing part without giving them instructions as to specifically what to give. I’m not sure how well we achieved “Helpful but not tacky” but that was the intent.
If people asked again (after the invites were sent) what we needed, I’d answer (truthfully) that I didn’t know but a gift card to someplace “ordinary” (Wal-Mart, Home Depot) would definitely get used to fill in the gaps in what we needed.
We got a number of checks (nearly $1000) and a lesser amount of gift cards, many to resturants (we use these still for “date nights”.) We did get some actual wrapped items, too, but not many and most were of the “decorative” and not useful sort. We didn’t keep a tally sheet other than a list for “Thank You” cards. We never went back and tried to find if anybody didn’t give us a gift.
The “few select invitees” include some of the most incredibly dense people you hope you’ll never encounter in person. To the last, every single one of them need instructions on how to open a door. Every time. With pictures. And they’ll still screw it up.
If they ever joined this board we’d throw 'em off before their third post. Fighting this level of stoooppid is a waste of energy.
These people make Dumb and Dumber and Dumbest look like geniuses.
Rocks are looking like pretty good conversationalists. Certainly better companions.
Lead 'em to water after crossing the Sahara and they’ll take a picture. “Ohhhh, look at the pretty water.”
I could keep going but this server has a finite amount of space.
Unfortunately, every single one of 'em are related. To each other. And, I am embarrassed to say, to my wife. :eek:
At two-thirds of the last 20 family gatherings they were asked to leave. Early. Forcefully. They didn’t catch on and still stayed till late.
Personally, I doubt they’ll be able to read the card. They’ll almost certainly call and ask what the invitation is for …
I hope my wife doesn’t come lurking by this post … :smack:
Lucy
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