From the Platonic cave of amazing thank-you notes
Yesterday, I received a delightful thank-you note in the mail from the White Russian, her partner Drummer, and their toddler for the holiday gifts I got her and the fam. Yes, the winter holidays. Yes, it's now the middle of March. But if you've ever looked at the calendar, cringed, and thought, "Well, it's too late to send it now, I guess that's that," enclosed please find an example of how you can dig yourself out of that hole.
Reproduced with permission:
Dear Aunt Sadie,
Please excuse the appalling tardiness of this note. Thank you again for the awesome holiday gifts. On the bright side, Drummer finally found where he hid your chicken all those months ago. It was completely by accident and he didn't find the other thing he was looking for but you can't have everything. Please let us know when we can take you out for birthday noms.
Love, WR, D, and S
It's got everything, that note: apology complete with Edwardian vocab ("appalling"); hen reference; funny story. I was reading this and imagining Drummer rifling through couch cushions looking for a baby sock and turning up a vintage ceramic hen salt shaker instead all, "Oh, fine, obviously then."
I won't change anyone's mind with this, and if your cohort doesn't send/care about thank-you notes, it is what it is. But if you do care, and have often wondered when it's too late, 1) it's never too late, and 2) when in doubt, throw in a line about chickens. It doesn't have to make sense.
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