I have a confession to make. I love planning my future wedding. The other day I found a wedding planning website that I love and I’ve been spending an unnatural amount of time on it. What can I say – there’s something attractively addicting about gazing at pictures of white ball gowns, six-tiered cakes, and rings stuffed with diamonds.
Anyway, I got an email from this website today, trying to coax me into using their website more often. They promised me more ease with planning my wedding by creating a wedding checklist with all my to-do’s (okay, I had to pretend I was actually getting married in order to enjoy the benefits of the site, all the way down to the date and the groom’s name. Let’s just say July 12, 2012 will be the happiest day of “Bob Smith’s” life). The last sentence on the email asked me to start putting together my quest list.
I did a double take. “Quest” list? What was that?
It took me another moment to realize that it actually said “guest list,” which made a lot more sense. But my quasi-Freudian slip got me thinking.