I hate sending regrets.
Even more, I hate sending regrets with dried spaghetti sauce on them. Complete with scratch marks to show that I saw the spaghetti sauce and tried to get it off (with only minimal success).
I also hate sending regrets that have a little note written by me on the back (lesson- always write notes on NOTE PAPER, in case you make a mistake) with words blacked out.
The original note:
Thank you so much for thinking of us and inviting us to this wedding. We would love to be there to celebrate with you, but prior obligations will keep us in San Diego that weekend. All the best to your daughter and (name of my cousin)!
The only problem is that it was the bride who sent out the invitations, not her mother. Thank GOODNESS I looked at the invitation one more time and realized that the name of the bride matched the name of the RSVP recipient.
I ran back to the mail basket (at work) and retrieved the invite. I thought about boiling some water in a coffee cup to open the envelope back up, but decided to go with old fashioned slicing with scissors. I should've gone with the boiling water.
The envelope is now back in the mail basket, looking a bit beat up, tape holding down the flap. And inside is a lovely RSVP response card with spaghetti sauce and big black letters covering up the "r daughter" part of the note.
I just keep telling myself, at least I RSVPd! That's got to count for something.