The invitations finally went in the mail. Yes, they were horribly late. But when you decide to make them yourselves and then one of you suddenly has surgery, it can delay your already cramped schedule. If you know you're getting one and you don't see it Tuesday or Wednesday, let me know; the postal scale said we only needed 37-cent stamps, but I'm paranoid that they're all going to come back to us.
So, that's one thing off our painfully long list of things to do. We leave for Austin in less than three weeks, and I'm nervous that everything won't get done. We have a conference call with our cake baker this evening to go over the design, and we're slowly but surely finishing the favors and flowers. Every night, my body ends up wound too tight, so around 9:15 I prepare a scalding hot bath to loosen up. So far, it's working.