presents

Weddings: The gift that keeps on giving

As you all know I recently became a Mrs.

With this title came huge responsibility. After organising, designing and creating countless bits and pieces for the big day I thought my days of crafting were over, until I remembered I had to send out thank you’s.

Thank you’s are a bitch, I’m not going to lie. I really would just rather have flicked everyone a txt and been all like ‘yo, thanks heaps for the sweet presie – it’s totes awesome’ and left it at that. Apparently that’s unacceptable.

So, after the honeymoon I decided I would make it easy on myself and order postcards from the internet – custom made with photos of my choice. Excellent. Minimal work on my part and postcards don’t allow for much space so it’s a win-win, brilliant.

What wasn’t brilliant was the day they arrived.

I ordered 60 postcards and they all arrived, chosen photos on the front, a sweet little message from the newly weds and then I turned it over.

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Right. Well, there you go. Apparently it’s not strange at all to order 60 postcard thank you’s with THE EXACT SAME MESSAGE ON THEM ALL, WHICH ALSO HAPPENS TO BE THE SHOPS SAMPLE MESSAGE.

So, needless to say my email to them went like this:

My husband and I recently ordered 60 thank you postcards from your store. They arrived today and have writing on the back which we did not request. All 60 of them have the same message – I’m not sure why I wasn’t contacted about this, surely someone would have thought it was strange to have 60 postcards thanking “Michelle” for the same gift?

Their response:

We’re sorry to hear that your recent order did not meet your expectations.
Upon closer inspection, it appears that the product design was ordered with the text at the back and unfortunately was printed that way.

No shit Sherlock, I know what the problem is, I want to know why the hell no one else thought it was just a wee bit strange. Or is it normal for people to have weddings where all their guests are called Michelle, and they all bring beautiful silver frames?

To their credit they sorted it quick smart, but it did leave me wondering how on earth some people get on in life.

A day never to be repeated, sadly

Never to be repeated Yo-Chi tasted extra delish tonight. The next time I eat it I will be old...er.
Never to be repeated Yo-Chi tasted extra delish tonight. The next time I eat it I will be old…er.

Tonight I had Yo-Chi for the last time at age 26.

Tomorrow is my birthday. So, from 8.32am (the time I popped out all those years ago) and for the next 12 months every time I do anything I will be 27. But I feel ok about this.

I’m pretty big on birthdays, that’s probably an understatement. I feel that the week prior to a birthday is the lead up, and so a count down to the day must ensue, and the weekend after your birthday is classified as your birthday weekend. Anyone who disputes this should probably just drop off my presents and then stay away from my life.

My parents have both provided me with said countdown, and the mother-in-law has jumped in on the action the past two days – so it’s really started heating up.

I’m also a firm believer that you must not, under any circumstances, open birthday presents or cards before the actual day. I have spent the past week and a half scanning the post to ensure all non-identifiable mail has been put aside in the ‘birthday pile’. It’s just not worth the risk.

Husbo has something planned, he’s been nattering to a few friends and they have a wee surprise for me. I probably won’t sleep tonight due to too much excitement.

Tonight, I have cleaned the house, been for a walk and begun beauty preparations for the big day. I was in the car earlier coming back from Yo-Chi and Mr Knees said ‘why are you in a hurry?’ and I said ‘because I need to get home and wash my hair, shave my legs and paint my nails’. He then asked me why and I said ‘because tomorrow everyone will be looking at me’, then he just stared at me with his mouth open a bit and said “you are mental” and stopped talking to me. I don’t think I am.

Tomorrow I will eat cake for breakfast, cake for morning tea and I’ll go out for lunch. I’ll probably have cake for afternoon tea, a gin and tonic with the work girls and then my surprise will start. But it’s ok, because calories don’t count on your birthday. I’m also pumped about opening presents in the morning, Mr Knees will have to wake up five minutes earlier to collect them all and bring them into me while I open them one by one without tearing the paper. I can’t wait.

Also, I have a confession. I lied earlier about shaving my legs. I decided to do it in the morning because they’ll be fresher.