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Dear Reader,
Over the holiday break, I'm introducing you to some of the members of my staff, the folks who make me look good. Tiffany and I have worked together for almost seven years. Most of my communication with her is via email, she works from an office in her home, but I love it when we need to call each other for some reason because she has the kind of voice that sounds like a smile. I love listening to her voice. Today's column is Tiffany's favorite Dear Reader.
SHHH!! It's a Surprise Party!
For Kiki on May 6th at 7 p.m.
The party invitation, addressed to me, included an address and a phone number, so I could R.S.V.P., but the invite didn't say who was throwing the party for Kiki--not that it mattered--because I had a much bigger conundrum...WHO THE HECK IS KIKI?
Obviously a good friend of Kiki's sent me the invitation, because she thinks I'm also a good friend of Kiki's. But now I feel like I'm really losing my mind, because I'm supposed to be good friends with two people I don't know: the party giver and the party girl. Why else would I get an invitation, but...WHO THE HECK IS KIKI?
It was amusing for awhile, receiving an invitation to a party where I didn't recognize any names or the address--when I drove by the house I was certain I'd never seen it before in my life. So to save my sanity, I started questioning my friends (friends I was absolutely certain I knew) to see if 'they' knew a friend, or did 'we' know a friend, did anyone know a friend of a friend, could anyone help me? But they all just wanted to know, "WHO THE HECK IS KIKI?"
"Pick up the phone and just ask," my real friends suggested. But how do I call an unknown "someone" who invited me to a party for "our" dear friend Kiki, and casually inquire, "Who are you and...WHO THE HECK IS KIKI?"
It would be very embarrassing if the reply was, "What's wrong with you Suzanne? Of course you know Kiki. We all had lunch together last week. Don't you remember you ordered the chicken salad?"
So I asked my daughter-in-law to make the call instead. Her story, (well the lie we made up), if there was ever a time to lie this was it--was that the postman had delivered the invitation to her by mistake, she thought she'd better call and let someone know it went to the wrong address. And of course, then she'd get the chance to ask that ever burning question, "WHO THE HECK IS KIKI?" and the mystery would be solved.
But that's not what happened. Instead, things took a nasty turn.
Instead the woman curtly interrupted my daughter-in-law, "Why are you bothering me? You shouldn't have opened the invitation. If you don't know who Kiki is, the invitation obviously wasn't meant for you, and I'd certainly never invite anyone like you to the party."
"WHO THE HECK IS KIKI?"
Nobody really cares anymore.
But my daughter-in-law and I are dying to meet Kiki's pretentious friend. What was the date and time of that party? Kiki's getting two new friends for her birthday.
*Don't worry the name and date in this column was changed to protect the smarty-pants!
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
Suzanne Beecher
Suzanne@DearReader.com
http://www.DearReader.com
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