For that matter, I ordered my wedding invitations from Shutterfly. No joke. Really, they save my life.

Pictures worth a thousand words and all that.

I love your choice.

I so want to have dinner at your house now.

My husband made his own wine about 20 years ago. He stored the wine in these huge glass jars and left them in our garage. They sat there for years, with cobwebs and God knows what kind of insects, finding their way into the wine. We never drank the wine, but still it moved with us from house to house. I always threatened to get rid of it, but he wouldn’t let me. A few years back, my cousin had a boyfriend and she brought him over to the house during a party. Now, my family is big and loud and we tend to be overwhelming to outsiders. But Chad didn’t seem overwhelmed at all. And towards the end of the evening, the “garage wine” as it came to be referred to, was brought up. And without hesitation, Chad said, “I’ll drink some.” Of course my husband ran out to the garage and poured a huge glassful. And that Chad drank that evil brew down. My family has never been more impressed. Of course, he had to be driven home and he didn’t come get his car for two days. My cousin married Chad. We all approved. Sorry for the hijack. But I love telling that story.