Thank you notes have always been my forte. Growing up, the importance of writing a prompt and sincere thank you was poured into my brain (politely) by not just my mother, but also my grandmother, and my step-mother Nichole. (Nichole has been known to keep extra thank you notes and a sheet of stamps in the glove compartment so she can write them on the way home from the event. “That way all the details are still fresh in my mind,” she chirps). Apparently, I have triple the genetics of a normal person on my side enforcing the Thank You Code.
So it came as somewhat of a surprise when my friend Sandy tried to out-thank you me.
I threw a party last week. It was outside on our back patio and it spilled into the yard. It was a huge success: the guests all had a great time, the food was fabulous, the décor was nice, and the weather cooperated. In a word: perfection.
Imagine my reaction when I opened my mailbox the very next day and saw a stamped thank you note from Sandy sitting there.
Did I mention it was the very next day?
What did she do, mail the card the day before the event even happened (hoping/ praying/ guessing that the party would be fun, and that it would not be canceled for any reason)?
Here is the lovely note in Sandy’s lovely script:
See? Perfect. That perfect Sandy is giving me a complex.
Not to worry, though. I sent her a quick little follow up note:
I am waiting by the mailbox for her thank you of my you’re welcome letter.