Whoops-a-daisy

This past weekend I was fairly surly about being told of a family function less than 24 hours before said function commenced. Surly enough that I refused to attend said function and Dalan had to go all by himself. This afternoon we received an invitation for said function, not in the mail, but from our neighbor who received some of our mail by accident, and has apparently been holding it for over a week and a half. I feel I now owe said family an apology.