About a month before my husband Brian’s January birthday, his daughter and I decided to have a surprise party for him at her home.
A month is a long time to keep a secret.
About two weeks before, I sent out an invitation I had created and directed it in a mass email to “My Family,” which automatically includes my immediate and extended family – a lot of people.
I realized soon after I hit the send button that Brian – the one we were trying to surprise – might be on the My Family email list.
Email makes me nervous.
Once you hit that send button, there’s no turning back. It’s out there in virtual purgatory – not in your world, but not out of it either.
In the old days – a.k.a. my youth – a person usually had time to back out of sending a letter before it was postmarked.
And, who among us hasn’t hit “reply all” at work with an adjective-filled dissertation about the co-worker who smells like butt crack?
Anyway, sure enough, I checked my sent mail and there was his email address along with everyone else who had been invited.
Luckily, it was late at night and he had already tucked himself into bed.
I quietly went into the office to his computer. Thank god, his email was already open and I did not need a password.
I felt very guilty.
I donned my black, leather catsuit and Ninja face mask, and dropped from the ceiling, dangling in mid-air, suspended precariously by thin coils of wire just above his computer.
I had only minutes for this impossible mission.
Sure enough, in his unopened mail was the email from me with his invitation to his own party.
I deleted it and then — because I am so smart — I deleted it from his trash.
He would never know.
Knowing my siblings and kids would see that Brian was on the email addresses, I sat down at my computer and sent a second email.
“Not to worry,” I typed. “I’m sure you saw Brian’s name on the list of addresses, but I snuck into his computer and deleted it and even deleted it from his trash. He will never see the invite to his surprise party. Hope to see all of you on Jan. 12.”
Still feeling pretty proud of my crafty self, I hit send – to My Family group – and went to bed.
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