I am graduating.
This is no new news (well, at least to most of you), but it's happening none-the-less.
Thanks to Idaho's large population of homeschooled families, there are many homeschool graduation committees that make it possible for said homeschooled students to participate in a ceremony- cap, gown, and all- and receive a diploma.
They give you most everything you need- a cap, a gown, a tassel, a set of fifty invitations, a yearbook with your picture and the pictures of those also participating.
Of course, it costs money, although really not too much, and in my case the student's parents aren't paying, the student is (*grimace*), but this is besides the point.
The point is, I have fifty invitations to send.
That is, fifty name cards to glue in, fifty photos to insert to cards, fifty cards to put into fifty different small envelopes, fifty different small envelopes to direct, fifty small, directed envelopes to enclose in fifty larger envelopes, fifty larger envelopes to address and put return addresses on, fifty stamps to buy, and fifty stamps to put on the fifty larger-now addressed- envelopes.
Then (here's the worst part), there's fifty yucky seals on fifty envelopes to lick and close.
Fifty long, gross strips of disgusting, vile, spit-activated glue, that I have to put my tongue on.
Did I mention how yucky it is?
How grody it tastes?
Whose idea was this, anyway?
I think the people who invented the envelopes used for weddings and graduations- the ones included in kits that are sent to you for you to put together- take a malicious glee in not making the included envelopes peel-n-stick.
I mean, is it really that hard?
I'm not the first person to have thought of this, am I?
No, instead I have the taste of that glue lingering in my mouth.
The same taste that won't go away after a vigorous brushing, flossing, and mouth-wash-gargling.
The same taste that will probably be coating the inside of my mouth come tomorrow, when I wake up.
This stuff is worse than garlic breath!
I tell 'ya!
On another note, I had my first, real blonde moment today.
While I was sitting at the table, licking miserably away at these envelopes, my distaste plainly visible on my face, my younger sibling happened to saunter by and ask- if it was so gross- why I didn't just get a wet rag and wipe it across the envelope instead.