Like a rabid hyena.
So ... my future father-in-law is randomly inviting people to the rehearsal dinner. The rehearsal dinner that he's not hosting and is in no way involved, except as a guest. A probable guest, as we had received no confirmation that he was actually attending.
Bwah ha! Ha ha ha!
My Guy set him straight and told me, "I'm starting to think my family is mentally deficient."
Har har har! Bwah ha ha ha ha!
I am so ready for this wedding business to be over.
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Ok, think of it this way - on your wedding day, none of that shit will matter. I promise you.
(But it is kinda funny. And I, too, hate the non-RSVPers. It's so RUDE!)
i'm sorry i am enjoying your pre-wedding hell so much. it's only because mine was a crazy nightmare and i was so happy when it was over.
That sounds like something my dad would do. Which is one of the reasons we got married in Las Vegas.
I'm thinking it's too late to elope? Nah. Never too late.
Oh my gosh--he'll be SO embarrassed when they show up and there's a) no room and b) no food/drinks and c) huge awkward moments when he's asked to straighten it out, right?
Yikes!
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