I went to bed last night and as I was drifting away to sleepland, I got this text message:
"So I got a save the date today. And it wasn't yours. I might just make plans for that day. Granted [one of my BMs] would probably kill me. But still."
What's the worst part? This person isn't even on my guestlist. We're more acquiantances (I mispelled that) than friends, and yeah, he's friends with one of my girls, but we talk every ... month, maybe? At the most.
What the hell is wrong with people?