June 15, 2009

We're Coming to the Wedding, Honest

Dear Erin and Daryl,
The Mister, The Boy and I are coming to your wedding. We wouldn't miss it for the world. See, the response card is right here. The Boy thought it should go in the recycle bin - no wonder I couldn't find it.

Oh, did you know that it's been raining all morning?

I know this must put me at the head of the list of Worst.Mother.Ever.

Would you like me to send it to you, once it dries? (I think your lovely pre-stamped envelope is also in this wet, sopping pile of mail). Or will this response be enough?

I love you, Erin. I can't wait to see you and Daryl start your life together as man and wife. I fear that my face may be as wet as the response card before the reception. (Don't worry, I'll have Kleenex).

Please let me know how to resolve this situation.



  1. I will mark you down for 3. *sigh*

  2. Thank you, Erin. The Boy wants you to know it's not his fault - he says it's my fault because I told him to clean up.

    That'll show me.

  3. Nothing to do with above story..lol "Rock Star" story was fun to read. Hope it wasn't all true,though... hope that I didnt intrude upon your day.. thanx, Glenn

  4. Glenn,
    I assure you 'Rock Star' was pure fiction. This story here, about the wedding response, was true, however.

    And a comment never intrudes up on my day! Thanks for commenting.

  5. Nooo,,, I think you would be a good rock star. The part about the locket (One minute writer) made me NOT smile. ,Glenn

  6. The locket has no basis in my life. I added it because of a post I read on another blog this morning. A father who left for good. And the daughter who reads his obituary online, never having had a relationship with him. It made me sad when I read it, too.

    Since my rock chick was 'angst-filled', I figured major abandonment was a fitting motivation for angst.


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