We were invited this past Saturday to go to a neighborhood party, given by two families we have never met.  This is an annual party that we have yet to attend.  In the early days of this party, we would receive a flyer in our mailbox alerting us that part of our street would be closed for a party during whatever time (I think usually it was around 3:00 or so to maybe 10:00), so please make plans accordingly.  We always thought how lame that was that we weren't invited and yet had to deal with the inconvenience of the street being blocked off.  For a few years, we noticed our next door neighbors would attend the party.  Hmm....that's strange.  Why weren't we invited?  Now we were feeling like losers.  We got our notice about the street closure, no invitation, and now our neighbors were actually going to the party?  I think sometime after Lauren was born, we actually got invited to the darn party.  Like we'd attend after being snubbed all those years?  Well....maybe....if we didn't have plans already or if Ken wasn't sick that one year.  Anyway, this year we got invited on Wednesday for the Saturday party.  You can tell they really want us there, huh?  Ken was out of town when I got the invitation, so I kind of forgot about it until he got back on Friday.  I asked if he wanted to go and he said he wanted to sleep on it.  Not like we'd feel too bad RSVPing the day of seeing as we only got the invite 3 days before the party.  So, Saturday came and we had a lazy do nothing sleep in kind of day.  So, I asked Ken what he thought about the party.  He turned it back to me, asking what I thought.  "Well, seeing as it starts so late this year (7:30) and they're asking for $10 per family for fireworks donation (like to know where they came up with that figure?  Was it going to be one helluvashow, or was it really toward the hotdogs,  chips and soda that were 'provided'?) and Rachel is terrified of fireworks, so we wouldn't even be staying to watch them, I'd lean toward not going.  Although, it would be a chance to meet more of the neighbors..."

Ken's response to all of that?  "Meeting new people is overrated."

Ken is not the funniest guy in the world, but he can be hilarious sometimes without really intending to be.

Another excellent reason for not attending the party?  The grammar teacher inside of me just cringed when I read the first line of the invite.  I'm sure you know what it was....

Think about it....

Your Invited...