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.
Post a Comment