hooked on phonics

January 21, 2006

Daren has really outdone himself. I know he’s been working hard and that is precisely why I decided to torment him further by giving him a chick-chore to do.

His very best friend Tom, and Tom’s wife Michelle are having a baby. Tom’s sister-in-law and I decided to throw Michelle a baby shower and I got the job of sending the invitations. Stupid me went and got a pack of invites, which were incredibly cute, but only had 4 in the pack. 4? What the hell is that about?

Anyway, I asked Daren to go to the same store and get one more pack because although the majority of the people invited are on www.evite.com (which totally fabulous by the way!), 5 required snail mail invites.

Being the busy (read: procrastinating) husband that he is, Daren took FOUR days to bring me more invites. I pulled them out of the bag, and the picture was all well and good. But they said, “Thank you for the Baby Gift.”

I sighed.

Daren wasn’t happy about having to go back to the “fucking store,” but assured me he would.

Yesterday, (THREE days later), he heads out to run errands and brings back a new pack. Cool. Thanks dear. I set them aside and forget about them.

So today, I wrote out all the cards and envelopes, and start putting them together. Then I noticed: