Prompt: Mail
"How's this one?" Don asked, holding the expensive beige envelope up for his fiancée to see.
"Oh Don," Lindsay said, shaking her head, "Its looks like a kindergartener did it."
Don flushed, "Sorry, doll, I'll try again."
"No, I'm sorry," she said, "It's just that there's so much to do and so little time to do it in. Do you remember how we were going to have that sweet little ceremony with no more than thirty people? What happened to that?"
"Our mothers," he said, smirking just a little, "They heard, they frowned, they cried, they talked us into a big wedding."
"Crazy, crying mothers," Lindsay grumbled under her breath as she addressed another one.
"Okay, okay, this one is much better," he said, holding it up f or her to see, "I even made the J look fancy."
Lindsay smiled, but shook her head, "We should have taken that calligraphy class. Then these would be perfect."
"Doll," he said, and waited for her to look at him, "I love you more than life itself, but the only way you would get me into a calligraphy class is if it was to learn how to paint edible calligraphy all over your naked body."
Lindsay glared at him, "We need to be serious."
"We could," Don said, "Or we could leave these here until our mother cave and do it since it's all their faults that we have to address two hundred envelopes in the first place and we could go do something else."
"Like?"
"Like practice calligraphy with the edible body paint."
Lindsay bit her lip, looking at the invitation and then at him, clearly wondering if it was worth her mother and soon to be mother in law's wrath.
"I get to pain first," she said, standing up, whipping her shirt over her head, and running toward the bedroom.
Don smiled, "Now, this is my type of art."