Well, there might be. Someone like Monk(you know, the TV show with Tony Shalhoub) might be considered to OCD. But when it comes to DIY wedding invitations, I don’t think you can ever be too OCD.

That’s right, we were creative(and cheap), and designed and printed our own wedding invitations from home, with the help of Mr. Adobe Photoshop, and some fancy paper we got at Staples.

It only took me an hour or two to come up with the design(once I actually sat down to do it), and after at least five other pairs of proof reading eyes looked over it and could find no more typos, we deemed the design okay for printing.

We got our fancy border embossed paper for a mere $30 at Staples, and before we knew it we were done with the test sheets, and got down to business. It was so smooth, and I couldn’t have been more happy with how everything turned out. Here’s all 50 of the invitations laying out to dry at my parent’s house when were were all finished. They all looked awesome.

However (oh yes, there is a however), the next day on my way to work I got a call from my Dad, who tells me there’s something wrong with the invitations. No typos necessarily, but a double word.

See, no one read the invitation out loud. We all just skimmed it word by word, to make sure there were no misspellings, or typos. But, we didn’t actually read the invite the way our wedding guests would. As a result, the first two lines of our invitations read:

The honor of your

your presence is requested

Luckily, for some reason, I bought two boxes of the fancy paper from Staples, so I was able to reprint them on the same paper, as soon as I got back to my parent’s house. Needless to say though, I was a bit unhappy to realize that we would now have 50 useless, double your-ed invitations just hanging about, evilly reminding me how I wasted a precious $30 on the wrecked first batch.

After much huffing and puffing, my Dad was kind enough to shine a light of positivity on our situation. He reminded how only a few days before I was insistent on just having them all printed at Kinkos, because it would be cheaper.

Had I just send my design to Kinko’s, and had them all put in their perfectly addressed envelopes, I might not have noticed my annoying mistake until they had all been sent off. Which would have definitely annoyed me A LOT more. Thankfully, however annoying our little error was, it was easy to fix, and our invitations turned out perfectly.

So for all you brides to be out there, be sure to have as many people as you possibly can read your DIY invitations OUT LOUD.

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For seriously. I’m tired of lemons. If you really want to give me something, give me presents and college degrees instead. I would appreciate them SO much more.

But that’s not how life works. Life doesn’t just GIVE you stuff like money or college degrees. Life gives you stuff like bills, and homework, and two dead car batteries, or a surprise emergency vet bills. Most of us have to work ridiculously hard for decent money, a college degree, or even time with loved ones.

And while I was wallowing in an overflowing pool of self pity earlier, I remembered a saying I used to HATE hearing my Dad say when I was young: Life’s not fair, so get over it. It used to drive me up the bloody wall, and it was like hearing finger nails on a chalkboard for me. But today I realised, he’s absolutely right.

Yeah, it’s not fair that I don’t get to see AJ, and we’re tight on money, and I haven’t been on a nice dinner date with him in AGES.

But you know what else isn’t fair? The fact that we can afford our own apartment, and pay our own bills, while there are those who cant.

It’s not fair that I found the love of my life so young, and am no longer lonely, when I know people who are alone and miserable.

It’s unfair that my family is healthy and still complete, while others mourn the loss of multiple loved ones.

It’s not fair that when Jill’s (my baby girl doggy) needed emergency surgery in order to survive, I was miraculously able to afford it, with the help of my AMAZING friend at the vet’s office, who was able to take $500 off of the bill, split up the bill into an unheard of 13 payments, so that I didn’t have to put my Jilly-bean down.

So yes, life is always unfair. But I’m just gonna suck it up, and be grateful for unfair blessings I do get to enjoy in my life. The way real grown ups should.

PS: Lemons are here.

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