A birth announcement printed in neon colors arrived in the mail from a relative’s relative whom I rarely see. I studied the baby’s name, but could not read it. The curlicues in the calligraphy made the first letter virtually illegible, and the letters I could read didn’t resemble any name I ever heard of.
“Is it a boy or girl?” my husband asked after he looked at the brightly colored design.
“Beats me,” I answered.
I couldn’t call my relative to see if she could decipher the name because she was away on vacation. I put the announcement next to my computer as a reminder to order a gift. For the next several days I studied the name but it still left me baffled. Finally, I decided the safest gift would be to send books, so I ordered them on line. Instead of addressing the gift card to the new baby, I addressed it to the parents.
I usually keep announcements until I receive a thank you note. When I went to put it in my correspondence basket, I laughed aloud.
“What’s so funny?” my husband wanted to know.
“Well, I still don’t know the name, but I figured out the sex.”
“The name is printed in hot pink.”