I checked the mail this morning, and for a brief shining second I was awash with confusion and delight – someone was having a christening, and I was invited to it! Hooray!

Okay, so I don’t know of anyone due to be christened or of anyone who would invite me, of all people, to this sacred and blesséd event – but still! A fancy invitation in a heavy envelope with embossed calligraphy and pretty names on it!

My glee was quickly squashed though, as I realized that none of the pretty names were mine. I knew it was a little too weird to be true, but I still had hope. This faint hope was also extinguished, though – not only was the christening invitation not for me, it wasn’t for anyone in this building past or present. The mailman goofed: right apartment, wrong building. I don’t know the Gonzalez family, but I hope they have a very nice time at the exclusive christening of J. Alexander Vasquez Jr. *sniff*

By noon today I had done most of the things I didn’t do all week – I dropped off the laundry, got my haircut, replaced my mug with an even fruitier one, found a store that actually had 2L bottles of Diet Coke in stock, and took a test. I am a productivity ninja! A productivity ninja who is not invited to christenings!

Tonight: a fancy dinner for the celebrations. That will have to tide me over until I can work on getting my OWN invitation to little J. Alexander’s big day.