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I received Amanda's infinitely amusing wedding invitiation today (which was not amusing in and of itself, but more in its form of address which was unrelated to its other amusing factor -- the stamp, which is the directing one from the "film making" series. Not uncontrollably funny to anyone else, but certainly uncontrollably funny to us, and possibly to anyone who got to see my "he was a director with a vision, and had hand gestures to go with that vision" rant of last night).

In other news, a day of promo marketing work I had got cancelled -- now, on one hand, I'm glad not to have to spend a day in the cold losing my voice in the middle of December, on the other hand, financially, not fabulous.

There was other news, but it too was all boring.

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[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Me: I'm not sending invitations to all your friends.
L: I'm involved in this too you know.
Me: But.. damn it.
L: *smirk*
Me: If I have extras I promise. Now leave me along or help me address these god damned invitations!
L: *wanders off to make a drink*

[rm.livejournal.com]

S: Surely it won't confuse her if you include me on the reply card.
Me: Surely, you don't wish for anyone to have to explain this to her mother, grandmother or other helpful female relative who decides to scrapbook the bloody reply cards, yeah?

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Me: I don't think anyone will notice, really. The reply cards are all coming here anyhow.
L: And you can keep them away from your relatives prying hands?
Me: That's your job darling.