This is my sister Mary Lynn and I.
The night of the above picture started out innocently enough. I think we were going through my mom's box of greeting cards for a real purpose. Then the wheels started turning and absurdities from each of our brains built upon one another (as all good ideas do). "Wouldn't it be funny if we sent random people we found out of the phone book a card?" "Or if we signed it from other people we didn't know? Wouldn't that be so funny?" But then we stumbled upon a card of sympathy and suddenly we had the perfect idea for a prank. It's a little complex so follow me.
We signed the card something like, "I am so sorry for the hurt I've caused. Please forgive me. Love Karen" We have an aunt named Karen with a good sense of humor. She's the victim of the prank.
We addressed the envelope to our other aunt Leanna (her sister) and for the return address we put Karen's. But we don't put a stamp on it.
The plan is that the card then goes through the mail system but never gets delivered to Leanna because there's no stamp. The card will be "returned to sender" which is Karen but she didn't send it and she will be all sorts of confused. Like what the heck? I didn't send this and what is the hurt being referenced? Did I offend Leanna and someone is trying to meddle and mend it on my behalf? (Besides coming up with a great prank, we figured out how to send letters for free.)
Mary Lynn and I took the picture with the card before we sealed it up. I think we were going to send the photo to Karen like a week later so that her mystery is solved. But I don't think we ever sent the photo.
And then we waited and wondered. What if the card made it to Leanna and the prank didn't turn out? Did it make it back to Karen as planned? We laughed every time we thought about it. Imagining her confusion and the frilliness and seriousness of the card is just so dang funny.
And then I forgot about it. Until Karen came up behind me at the next family gathering and kicked me in the butt. She figured out it was us after being totally confused. That was the best part. She thought of us first.


















































