It looks like I'm pretty popular.

I got a page from my step-mom this morning. She doesn't call me when I'm at work, she pages me via my pager. When I called her back, I got an earfull about needing to get maps for everyone and she was wondering who was named "Raclaw" that was making a reservation at the hotel. Honestly, when she starts calling the hotel to see who's made reservations you know this woman is trying too hard to meddle in things.

I also found out from her that someone got our invitation inside of a little "We're Sorry" bag from the USPS... in pieces. I also came home today to find an RSVP in a very crinkled-but-intact-and-readable condition. The conspiracy theory section of my brain wonders if the lack of RSVPs is due to the USPS mangling all of our babies. It's either them or aliens.