Return My Cymbas

Or at least that's what my dad spent most of his life thinking the song said.

"Return to sender" is I think what Elvis Presley was trying to say.



Either way, the hard work paid off and the first batch of rsvp's came yesterday.




It's a lot of fun seeing all your handwriting and the sweet messages you write.

So far it's all yes's; though my magic-wielding uncle has yet to reply - but I'm sure he'll be there. He's contracted to go on at 8.



This is one happy girl.