Wow! The invitations are already back from the printer and the order was placed on Monday. I'm ahead of schedule. I love small town Wisconsin. The same thing would have taken weeks and they would have come back misspelled in Arizona. Now we just have to fold them all, put them all together with self-addressed stamped envelopes, address them and then get them out to the post office. Folding them is the hard part. Well....hand addressing the invitations won't be too easy either. Fitting these things together with the correct envelopes is kind of like a puzzle too. We have the invitation, the RSVP card, the envelope for the RSVP card which needs to have a stamp put on it, the stupid piece of vellum to put on the invitation before you put the RSVP card with it's envelope inside (to protect the lettering on the invitation?), and then stuff it all in this other envelope which you need to write people's names on and then the whole thing need to be put into yet another envelope which you need to put the actual address on and then top it off with another stamp. I think I got that right. Now, do that all 100 times. I told you it was like a puzzle.

Cliche of the Day

Off His Rocker. Insane or seriously muddled. It is the rocking chair that is central here, although why going off it should symbolize losing one's mind is hard to say. Perhaps it is the association of the rocker and the elderly, and the fact that many old people gradually drift into a state of mental confusion. A British newspaper (the Daily News) offered an example of the broader meaning in 1897: "When asked if he had swallowed the liniment, he said, 'Yes, I was off my rocker.'"