motb...oops #1

My cousin Jill, whose handwriting I spent hours and hours trying to copy as a young girl, is addressing the invitations. I dropped the boxes of envelopes off a couple days ago with a master list of names and addresses for her to begin the process. She called moments ago with the following question:

Loretta, are Gary and I invited to the wedding?

If, out of over 700 names, the one name I manage to omit is the one who agreed to address them all, I might as well just throw in the towel now and be done with it. I don't even want to know what lies ahead...