Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Return My Cymbas

Or at least that's what my dad spent most of his life thinking the song said.

"Return to sender" is I think what Elvis Presley was trying to say.

Either way, the hard work paid off and the first batch of rsvp's came yesterday.

It's a lot of fun seeing all your handwriting and the sweet messages you write.

So far it's all yes's; though my magic-wielding uncle has yet to reply - but I'm sure he'll be there. He's contracted to go on at 8.

This is one happy girl.

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