I’m nasty sick right now. Seriously, the kind of sick that wakes you in the middle of the night with a coughing attack so intense that you swear you will die of suffocation. One of the attacks was so bad it triggered my gag reflex and made me throw up…nasty, I tell you.
Obviously I’m getting minimal work done, thank goodness I was ahead on orders and had already finished designing the invites for a baby shower I’m throwing in a couple of weeks.
I’m sure the “Special Delivery” play on words has been used for a shower before but I swear I didn’t steal it from anywhere! I actually had a dream where I made the invites look like a shipping notice and when I woke up, realized that it would be perfect.
Hope people understand that they’re invitations and not shipping notices!
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