Next week we're having a surprise - surpreeez - birthday dinner for my aunt, Raggedy Ann. She's turning fifty. Last night I'd just put the finishing touches on the reminder cards I'm sending out to everyone (you know, the ones that say you said you'd come, this is when and where it's happening) and was taking an indulgent moment to gloat over my snazzy handiwork when I saw it: a mistake. The same mistake repeated on every single card. It wasn't anything as drastic as the wrong date or address (I've done that to The Burp before; sorry, Burp) but it was a mistake and they had to go in the mail today and there's no time to do it all again - oh God no, not again - and it's all I can see when I look at the damn things. And I imagine everyone opening their mail tomorrow and seeing the card and saying, "Oh, isn't that nice, yes, lovely...wait a minute...what on earth is that?"
Picture me saying a very, very rude word.
Maldicion.
6 comments:
I presume Raggedy is not a reader of your fine blog HB, or surpreeez....not.
I sincerely hope & pray no family member is a reader of this blog. If you discount the idea that we are all one big family.
We actually did that wrong date thing with our wedding invitations. I looked at the proofs, the printer looked at the proofs, we both agreed that that was exactly how I wanted them, and then they were sent off to be printed. Lo(!) and behold, wrong date. Lucky one of my bridesmaids spotted the wrong month (as in, "I thought you were getting married in January") or it may have been a very quiet wedding. Cheaper, certainly.
ps but then, think of all the great vases we would have missed out on.
I have to admire your commitment to getting people there: "reminder cards". I'm glad you explained that one because I've never done that before.
God I hope none of my family read my blog either! :-)
I-is that you, Uncle Jonah?
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