Don't want to be a downer, but don't hold your breath. Apparently RSVPing is a lost art.
I've noticed. This is why we didn't rent a party place. Most of the ones around here only charge for the kids and want pre-payment. I have zero desire to pay for kids who don't show up.
RSVPs tell me how many to prepare for. If I don't get an RSVP I will assume you are not coming.
This is me too. But, I would feel horrible if a parent didn't RSVP, shows up anyway, and there's no treasures for them. Not my fault, I know, but I'd still feel horrible.
RSVPs tell me how many to prepare for. If I don't get an RSVP I will assume you are not coming.
This is me too. But, I would feel horrible if a parent didn't RSVP, shows up anyway, and there's no treasures for them. Not my fault, I know, but I'd still feel horrible.
That is what you should put on the invites.
I felt bad about it the first time. The one who didn't RSVP didn't have something. I told the parent I had no idea they were coming and didn't have enough goodies. She wasn't happy but I couldn't help it. I told her to please let me know next time.
But the second time, and it was the same one I didn't feel bad about. The mom couldn't believe it and I looked her square in the eye and said "I didn't know you were coming so I didn't plan for you".
She either RSVP'd after that or didn't show up.
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RSVPs tell me how many to prepare for. If I don't get an RSVP I will assume you are not coming.
This is me too. But, I would feel horrible if a parent didn't RSVP, shows up anyway, and there's no treasures for them. Not my fault, I know, but I'd still feel horrible.
That is what you should put on the invites.
I felt bad about it the first time. The one who didn't RSVP didn't have something. I told the parent I had no idea they were coming and didn't have enough goodies. She wasn't happy but I couldn't help it. I told her to please let me know next time.
But the second time, and it was the same one I didn't feel bad about. The mom couldn't believe it and I looked her square in the eye and said "I didn't know you were coming so I didn't plan for you".
Sinners!!!!! I'm airing these as my grievances when I celebratee Festivus for the rest of us. And I'm also starting a fesstivus thread so be warned....
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Lesson learned in February: I don't have to keep up, I just have to keep moving!
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I don't know if I will make it all the way through it.
I love when the old woman says grace.
And the cat!
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.