Echoes.

Though I’d rather avoid the unfortunate trap of blogging about one subject… and one subject only, there seems to be a wealth of things going on in my life that I CAN’T blog about.
For several reasons.
1.  I want to keep my job.
2.  If I go postal, I don’t want folks to know I sort of knew it could maybe somehow perhaps happen.
3.  I really just don’t want a bunch of weirdos asking me about them.

So we’re really only stuck with the wedding subject.
(If you’ve never been to my site before, elope and elope NOW.  Unless, of course, you’re already married – they frown on more than one of those in the US.)

Now.
Most folks have been to a wedding in their lifetime.
Many more than one.
Some have been in weddings.
Certain seemingly small aspects matter much more than they would in another context.

For instance.
“Bob, do you like root beer?”
“I do.”

See?  No rings exchanged, no money being thrown down the tube for some overwhelmingly bizarredly expensive custom.
The words were the same.
In a wedding, if they were left out, you’d certainly notice.

But there are other words that make a difference, I’ve found.
Not nearly as important.
No.
Not remotely.
But still – when missing, they make a difference.

And those words, my friends, are “Save”, “the” and “Date”. 
Because if your stationary company happens to make a mistake and leave those words out – and you send out a cute-but-kitschy save the date without it, you will get several reactions.

1.  You’ll get compliments on your ‘original’  invitations.
2.  You’ll get ‘wow…’ and a long pause on your ‘unique’ invitations.
3.  Your mother will get a phone call questioning whether or not you realized that you didn’t word the invitation formally as you should have, didn’t include enough information, and are websites now supposed to be included on the invites?

Le sigh.
I’m exhausted with the confusion even in broken French.
Or in the Mississippi version of French.
Lay Sigh.