That is a possibility...
Make it a throwaway e-mail they can respond to, instead. That way, they can respond electronically, but you don't hafta futz with a website and updating it. Keep the wedding stuff to it's own e-mail address and that way you don't need to worry about contact from relatives afterward or having to find that e-mail in your regular inbox, as well as keeping everything nicely compartmentalized.
"No fate but what we make"- Sarah Connor, Terminator 2
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
My Primal Battle Tome
That is a possibility...
Most people don't realize how much energy it takes for me to pretend to be normal.
If I wanted to listen to an asshole, I'd fart.
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What we ended up doing was putting the RSVP cards in the invite and sending an e-mail (from a throwaway) to all the addresses I had, as well as telling those that had my number that they could call it in.
"No fate but what we make"- Sarah Connor, Terminator 2
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
My Primal Battle Tome
I'm trying to avoid the postage for all the RSVP cards. I think the only ones who'd actually mail them are Mom's friends and my grandparents. Everybody else will call, text, email, Facebook, or send a smoke signal.
Most people don't realize how much energy it takes for me to pretend to be normal.
If I wanted to listen to an asshole, I'd fart.
Twibble's Twibbly Wibbly
You're stamping yours? Heh. that's where I went wrong.
"No fate but what we make"- Sarah Connor, Terminator 2
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
My Primal Battle Tome
My mother is getting worried about me.
Why, you ask? Because of my high-fat diet, or lack of grains?
Nope.
It's because I actually have TAN LINES!
Most people don't realize how much energy it takes for me to pretend to be normal.
If I wanted to listen to an asshole, I'd fart.
Twibble's Twibbly Wibbly
My mother- in- law was actually asking what self- tanner I was using, because I wasn't lobster red or paper white. I told her it was time in the sun and she goes "I haven't heard of that one." I stop and laugh and go, "no, seriously, I actually tan a little now." "That's great, honey! Just be careful, ok?"
"No fate but what we make"- Sarah Connor, Terminator 2
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
My Primal Battle Tome
My scale says I'm down about 2 more pounds.
Me, I'm still more impressed by my biceps.
Most people don't realize how much energy it takes for me to pretend to be normal.
If I wanted to listen to an asshole, I'd fart.
Twibble's Twibbly Wibbly
*blinks*
My BMI is normal. Completely flawed system, but if the topic of my diet comes up, that might appease Mom.
Most people don't realize how much energy it takes for me to pretend to be normal.
If I wanted to listen to an asshole, I'd fart.
Twibble's Twibbly Wibbly
I found a recipe I'm going to have to try.
Strawberries stuffed with cream cheese (their version was sugared, of course).
I think I might have to experiment with melting dark chocolate to drizzle over them.
Most people don't realize how much energy it takes for me to pretend to be normal.
If I wanted to listen to an asshole, I'd fart.
Twibble's Twibbly Wibbly