Candy Candy Candy I Can't Let You Go

At first, I didn't have time to update the blog because we were too busy planning the wedding to have time to talk about the wedding on the blog. But as plans continue to fall into place and only the endless, devilish details remain, I'm realizing that most of the reason I'm having trouble updating is because, as things get done, I realize I don't want to scoop the whole weekend by publishing revealing details about it in advance. If I told you I was convinced the reception was going to devolve into a frenzy of drunken karaoke at about 10pm, what would be left to the imagination when that...thing...totally happens?

So, instead, the story of something that isn't happening.

As part of our fancy gift bags that will be waiting for our guests upon their arrival at the hotel, we were planning on including a cute addition we discovered at the wedding of some friends a while back. They made personalized M&Ms, on which you can print anything you want...images, text, pictures of your cat. In their case, as I recollect, it was pictures of them, the happy couple, mixed with pictures of their cat. Or maybe it was just their cat. Either way, everyone loved them. It was all very adorable.

But when you're getting married in Iceland (which we are, or what a strange name for a blog!), sometimes you run into some strange, unexpected snags in planning, such as: not having the symbol for an "o"-with-a-strange-line-over-it-on-your-computer-keyboard (tricky when you're respectfully trying to compose an email to someone called "Haflið") or finding out that a bridge you're supposed to drive over on your honeymoon is closed due to a mystical family of trolls found living underneath it. In the Mysterious Case of the Unshippable M&Ms, the trouble this time was customs.

Back to our American-wed friends, who took their custom-made, cat-emblazoned M&Ms, stuffed them in some lovely organza (other secret perk of planning a wedding: finally learning what organza is!) bags, and drove them to Pennsylvania. It was a lovely wedding, to be sure, and when we started planning our own, Eric went straight to the M&Ms website and ordered silver and blue (how icy!) M&Ms with our grooms logo stamped right on them:

I know...awesome! With our names and the date on the back! You should see the logo on the M&Ms!

And, as it turns out, so should we. Because shortly after submitting our order, Eric received the following email back from M&Ms customer service:

Dear Valued Customer,

Thank you for your email. We appreciate your interest in MY M&M’s® and will be happy to assist you with your inquiry.

We regret to inform you that the country you requested a shipment to is one of several where customs laws and restrictions prohibit our product. This decision is not based from Mars Direct and is solely based on customs.

The countries that our products cannot be received include: Argentina, Andorra, Belgium, Brazil, China, Colombia, Cuba, Denmark, Dominican Republic, France, Germany, Guam, Iceland, India, Iran, Italy, Japan, Jordan, Korea, Lebanon, Libya, Macau, Mexico, Myanmar, North Korea, Philippines, Portugal, Russia, Saudi Arabia, Singapore, Spain, Sudan, Syria, Taiwan, Thailand, Trinidad & Tobago, Turkey, UAE, Venezuela, and Vietnam.

Thank you again for your inquiry; we hope you find this information helpful and we look forward to assisting you in the future.

Sincerely,
Your friends at MY M&M’s®\Bonnie

Listen.

Bonnie.

Here's the deal. We decided not to have the M&Ms shipped here, because then we would still be bringing them into Iceland ourselves, which fazes me as alternately a) illegal and b) melty. But two boys decided not to get married in North Korea, Sudan, Syria, and Saudia Arabia for a reason (illegal, death-y), and our hope was that we could celebrate internationally with some American candy. Because Icelandic candy? It's salted licorice and something that tastes like Kix cereal covered in weird chocolate.

But then I took back my knock against Icelandic candy, because nothing -- NOTHING -- is better than what we ended up getting for our table favors. And for those, we just have to wait until we got to Iceland to pick them up.