On Saturday DJ and I went back to the place I lived when we started dating, to buy paper and lunch. Trivia: DJ had never eaten Pad Thai until I carted it across the suburbs from this restaurant, and now he's a convert. They also have watermelon freezes that are utterly worth the sugar buzz and treadmill penance. A few years ago DJ was helping me to repaint my single-girl apartment during a May heat wave, and we drank two each in a single day. Isn't it funny, the things that become fond memories?
Also, we mailed the wedding invitations today. I packaged, DJ sealed. (He washed his tongue first. Go on, laugh. I did.) I'd resigned myself to machine cancelling, because a) it doesn't really matter and b) it wasn't worth the PO fight. But the post office lady loved the envelopes and calligraphy, so I didn't say a thing when she started hand-cancelling.