Please, Mr. Postman

When I got home today, the first thing I did was look at the mail to see if there were any response cards. Much to my chagrin, there was only bills and sales fliers.

I jokingly said to Cory, "Maybe nobody's coming to our wedding."

He smiled and showed me two response cards that he'd been hiding from me. Sneaky bastard.

By the way, the first two response cards were from my aunts. Apparently, they're very conscientious and prompt responders. Hooray!