Ok, I'm going to rant. These save the dates have taken me to the end of my rapidly fraying rope. I mean, seriously. I leave my house at 5:30am and get home at 6:30pm and have no access to a car (I'm friends with numerous bus drivers now- they know me), so I had no time to get to any card stores when they were actually open.
After weeks and weeks (actually, months) of putting it off, I finally went to a stationery store where I just had somebody print a card for me. Great! No worries now about printing it myself. So they print 100 cards and...they are all off-center. Every single one! This makes me want to drink 16 Coronas in succession (I'm drinking one now). But of course, I don't have the time or money to wait for another print up, so I'm just going to send the god-blessed things out. They don't even look good, but at this point, if people judge us for having off-center postcard save-the-dates, they can jump off a bridge.
So I just addressed all of them and am ready to send them out. I asked Mr. Livalittle to lend a hand in this process, so he picks up postcard stamps and what does he bring home? Polar bear stamps. We are getting married in September. In DC. If we were getting married in an ice hotel at the northern tip of Swedish Lapland during the time of the year when they have a santa village, well then a sweet and cuddly polar bear would be effing perfect. But as it turns out, we're not going to be anywhere near Jukkasjärvi or any other arctic/polar region, so the bear just looks like it's sweltering. Mr. Livalittle had the great sense to point out that the DC zoo probably has a polar bear, which was really, really helpful of him.
Maybe the real solution is to change the entire plan and just get married in Sweden? I'd have to get elves though and added to my already ridiculous crew of 11 bridesmaids, a brigade of elves would be a bit excessive. But hey, you only get married once. We hope.