Those two words will be the death of me.
We have a very tight guest list for our daughter’s wedding. I am actually more flexible than my daughter is regarding the list. None of the groomsmen or her fiancé’s friends is in long term relationships so none of them received a plus one invite.
My nephew and my son are not in long term relationships so they didn’t get a plus one.
Everyone else who is invited think it’s their God-given right to add a plus one to the invitation. Starting with the unwed mother next door who wrote in a man’s name on the card and let us know that he wanted the filet mignon. The jury is still out on whether we are allowing him to come.
The best man’s mother (divorced – not in a relationship) wants a PLUS ONE because she has anxiety issues and doesn’t want to drive that far by herself. SHE WAS DENIED.
The groom’s Aunt and Uncle want a fu@king PLUS TWO so that their 45 year old daughter and her husband (whom the groom barely knows) can drive them because they don’t like to drive at night. THEY WERE DENIED.
The groom’s Uncle demanded a fu@king PLUS TWO so that his two middle school children (one of whom defecates when angry) can attend – HE WAS DENIED.
Everyday, I am afraid to open my own mailbox.