On July 19th, the Wren’s Nest will be hosting a “Family Reunion”, aka Centennial Celebration of 100 years of honoring Joel Chandler Harris.
(This is the least creepy way possible of saying we’re having a party for the anniversary of Harris’ death.)
Because this party is a Big Deal, we thought it would be best that more than 5 people attend. So we sent out invitations. Lots of ’em. The image you see above is on the front of the invitation postcard; details and space for the address are on the back.
And then we started getting them back. Lots of ’em.
They came back in bundles, all with the same label, telling us that no such address existed. Thing is, the addresses were right. We checked. And then checked again. Even mine came back. And you know what? I’m proud to say that I can recognize my own address. I even have it memorized.
So today, sleuth that she is, Mama Shakes (also known as Annette, Lain’s mom) went to the post office to demand an explanation… in the most polite terms possible, I’m sure.
Turns out the culprit is the location of our return address. On some (but not all) of the invitations, the computer read this address as the “send to” address, sending them back to us in a jumble of confusion.
So I guess the point is, haven’t received an invitation yet? It’s in the mail.
And! I would be remiss not to point out that anyone who considers themselves part of the Wren’s Nest “family” is invited to this event. Regular blog readers, that means you! (Just be sure to rsvp to email@example.com!)