Showing posts with label Party on plam street. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Party on plam street. Show all posts

Friday, October 12, 2007

Plam Street

Poor Catfish misspelled Palm Street on her rehearsal dinner invites. Everyone knows that kind of feeling, the initial panic, the frantic wondering if you can somehow change things, the sad resignation that they're just going to have to go out that way. Please assure her that 1.) 95% of people won't even notice. 2.) The other 5% will think it's funny because she is notorious for her spelling. 3.) As long as there is liquor at the rehearsal dinner, everyone will soon forget. 4.) One day she'll be able to laugh about it. The invitations are so nifty, I think people will be more caught up in looking at the beautiful plam leaves on them.

Or, as Matron of Honor (damn I'm old), perhaps I will sneak down there the night before the dinner and change the street sign to read Plam. Yes, that is what I will do, I will don my ninja gear and reflective letters and I will fix this for her once and for all.