Addicted to Licking Envelopes

It was 1:39 a.m. when I finally licked the last envelope…

Roy and I had been anxiously awaiting the arrival of our save-the-dates that we made online. We hadn’t realized that they would take almost three weeks to produce and mail to us. By the time they were in our hands we were determined to get them mailed pronto.

Recently Roy bought a calendar notebook. Ever since we’ve been making and executing goals like no one’s business.  (And we have a lot of goals lately.)  It was our goal to mail out our save-the-dates the weekend after we received them.  Hilarious that we received them on a Thursday and were leaving for our trip to Oregon on Friday.

But we did it!

We buckled down right away, whipped out the address lists our moms put together for us, checked out our facebook group of addresses, and wrote and sealed all night long. Because we were pressed for time, we decided against labels and convinced ourselves that handwriting was more personal… no matter how sloppy. We weren’t quite done yet when Roy had to go home, but I couldn’t stop. What a weird addiction! In fact, I think I dreamt of addresses all night because when I woke up in the morning I had four or five names that I had to quickly jot onto more envelopes.

While I was in class that day, Roy went to the post office with our cardboard box filled with weighty envelopes. The cranky old lady behind the desk handed him a stack of postage stamps and… poor Roy… he had to go through every single envelope and stick on stamps. Some envelopes stuck together, hence a few envelopes sitting on my kitchen table right now with “RETURNED FOR LACK OF POSTAGE” stamped across it. Heartless postal people…

But honestly, within twelve hours we received our save-the-dates and turned around and sent them out. As soon as they were in the mail we were in a car headed to Newport. I have to admit, we amaze me sometimes.