Invitation delusions

The future husband and I are working on invitations.  Last night was Night #2.  Nothing very interesting at all in this part of wedding planning.

Now, Hon's handwriting is at doctor level, so I am doing all the writing.  But, he has proven to be useful in many other supportive ways.  Such as making ramen, stamping envelopes and bundling them in groups of 10.  These may seem like simple tasks, but I'm very grateful that he understands my need for food and easy to count bundles of 10.

And then he does things that, at first, seem pointless.  Such as taking apart the incorrectly addressed envelopes. When I asked what he was doing, he informed me:  "I'm being a deconstructionist."  Later, I come to understand his original purpose: make them easy to distinguish from the good envelopes.

My useful man.  Ramen, stamping, organization, and humor.

My favorite moment of the night was when he tried to explain that he wouldn't have been able to find me if we had brown (he means khaki) walls because I was wearing a tan shirt and khakis.  "And your hair is brown."

My hair?  Blonde.

I try to explain this and Hon seems to understand.  And then he tries to explain himself:

"Well, your hair is IKEA color."