As in, striking repeatedly. Another Christmas logged. I said logged. I need a week to myself on a deserted island.
Christmas was great - lovely and relaxing. It's all the wedding stuff that's making me crazy. It was supposed to be a low key, mellow deal, which I think it will be in the end, but the rush to get invites ordered immediately after Christmas seems a bit crazed.
I wanted to design them myself, not order them out of a book full of the ordinary. But whatever. In the big picture, no one cares about the invite. What really matters is making sure people know about the open bar and that there will be CAKE!