Did jack shit on wedding plans last night. Sort of started a guest list this morning, which came out to slightly more than 100. Several of those 100 won't show up, though, which makes me feel better about inviting all of them. I don't know what I want to do about the receptionists, who are the only three that expect me to invite them when I don't especially want to. Especially Phyllis. I'm so mean.
Auntie Dayle called last night and I got to tell her about the engagement. She expected it, like everybody else. She said, "you know, you can't win. If nobody's expecting you to get married and you've only been dating for a little while, they get all mad that you aren't dating for longer. And if everybody DOES expect you to get married, they don't fawn over you and shriek and hug you and stuff." Very true. Dad must have expected it the most - he still hasn't contacted me. Should I even invite him? I guess I have a few months to figure that out, yet. I don't even know when I'm supposed to be sending invitations.
Tomorrow Grandma and my aunts and uncles and cousins are coming up from Salem to visit and to watch my uncle play tennis somewhere. My aunt Stacy, who just moved back from Australia, hasn't met Cory yet. I'm excited for them to meet.