So Alan and I have been so busy with various freelance projects (gotta make a living somehow - even if you do spend your time debating what a 'twisted' taco looks like with a client), friends, and life in general.
I'm taking a small break between miles on what could best be called an act of severe work related masochism, to bring you this:
"What is this?! A cat in a box? What's so special about that?"
That cat is ours, and that box contains our invitations. . .or should I say your invitations. She's taken to curling up inside it. We close it, and she'll nose the box back open. Putting the box else where just has her finding it and curling back up in it. It is her box.
Alan and I know when we are beaten. You cannot win with cats.
Thankfully the invites have yet to be put together and are happily still sealed up in protective plastic covering and brown packing paper. However, they won't stay that way for long as we've got to get them assembled and out to you guys! Printing and assembly will probably begin later this week.
Soon Alan and I will be updating with some other info about the wedding party and possibly some stuff from the parents, and siblings. Of course that's after we finish this 'marathon-o-animation'. Deadline's Monday, and we're looking forward to popping some champagne and breaking out the plastic "chiropractic center" emblazoned cups (because we're SO Classy like that) to celebrate. Til' next time!
Oh, and we apologize in advance for the cat hair. . .
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