- Amy: What did you do!? The invitations, my aunt Lynn got this in the mail, what did you do!?
- Robert: Oh my god, this was in the mail.
- Amy: What did you do Robert!?
- Robert: Nothing, nothing, this wasn’t suppose to go out.
- Debra: Wait a minute, what’s the problem……oh my god!
- Amy: I know! I couldn’t even finish reading it because some woman screaming, and then I realized it was me!
- Robert: The wedding planner lady was to print it out for you and you was suppose to look it over.
- Amy: She said you said send it out!
- Robert: No, I said print it out.
- Amy: Well she sent it out!
- Robert: Oh my god!
- Marie: Amy! Oh my god!
- Amy: I know, oh my god!
- Marie: What happened to it?
- Amy: Robert, Robert happened to it.
- Robert: It wasn’t suppose to go out!
- Amy: Look at this! Hank ‘N’ Pat, ‘N’ Pat, ‘N’ Pat,they’re not hillbillies Robert! “Hank ‘N’ Pat MacDougall request the honor of your “presents–”
- Debra: Robert, you spelled “presents” like gifts!
- Robert: It wasn’t suppose to go out!
- Amy: You even put the wrong date! It’s the ninth not the sixth! People are gonna show up three days early!
- Debra: And Robert what is this? “Attire Optional?!
- Amy: It’s black tie optional! Attire optional means maybe naked! They’re going to be nude people! At a church! On a Wednesday!
- Robert: It wasn’t suppose to go out. -Everybody Loves Raymond
I wrote before about how Match’s Mom and I went invitation shopping last Saturday. After hours of searching we found the perfect invitations. We’re still going for a fall theme and we thought these said fall without being too cheesy. The conservationist in me is also giddy that the invitations are made with recycled paper. Yay! (more…)
Hi-I'm Date Girl aka Mrs. Match-I'm a karaoke singing, animal loving, compulsively cleaning, bubbly goofball married to the love of my life. This blog is a diary of my life as a former date girl, how I met and fell in love with my husband Match, and our married life together. 
