With saving up for the wedding to think about, we decided not to go out to dinner.
So, we stayed in and looked through giant binders of wedding invitation sets. The endless options of papers and fonts and colors just about gave me an anxiety attack.
We also agreed not to exchange gifts. I played it safe, though, and got Sarah a card.
Sarah: I like that you signed it Future Husband.
Me: You like that?
Sarah: Future Husband! You're from the future!
Me: I've come from the future with an important message about your wedding invitations! No one remembers them!
Sunday, February 14, 2010