So my itty bitty little sister and her boyfriend went down to Mexico for a vacation, and last night, they got engaged! I forget sometimes that she's old enough to even drive, much less to be getting married. I've been humming "Sunrise, Sunset" all morning- I'm pretty ver klempt!

Honestly, though, where do the years ago? I wonder how my parents are holding up- my sister still lives at home, but she'll be moving out soon with Mark. They started looking at houses even before the trip to Mexico. So now my parents are sending off yet another daughter, and they'll have a new son-in-law in the not too distant future.

I told Chris he was going to have a new brother-in-law. To which he replied, "That's not how in-laws work. Marcia's not my sister, so Mark won't be my brother-in-law." He's such a jackass sometimes. Just the other day, he denied his uncle's "We're related!" request on Facebook because they're not related by blood, only marriage. Always with the semantics.

So, Marcia's getting married, my cousin Lisa's about ready to pop out her baby, and, AS I TYPE THIS, four men are out back laying down the bricks for our new patio. See, folks? Marcia and Lisa aren't the only ones with big impending life events.

Now I get to be a maid of honor. I've never been a maid of honor. Actually, I think the technical title is "matron of honor" since I'm married. (Semantics). Matron of honor sounds awful. It sounds fat. I think I will still demand to be a "maid" of honor. This may be the first of many demands I make for the wedding. Now excuse me while I write my toast. It's going to be hilarious.

Had the day off today, accomplished nothing. I took the day off because my new windows were being installed, finally, after cracking almost in half during that awful cold snap back in January. The window guys seemed hilariously incompetent, though, which was mildly entertaining. The one guy came running in the house yelling to the other guy, "The garbage men just took my stool! That was my favorite stool!" This after the window guy obviously set the stool right next to my can of garbage.

And that's been the highlight of my day so far. I'm leaving soon to go play bunco, which I am wildly embarrassed about. My neighbor got me in this "league," and if it wasn't for her, I'd have politely resigned after the first game. Bunco has got to be the most asinine game I've ever played. It's completely random, it's boring, and it's not even fun. On the upside, bunco seems to be the lady's version of fishing, by which I mean there's copious amounts of beer involved. So, heck, I guess it's not all that bad.

Hmm. I've sat here now for ten minutes not typing, just staring at the screen. Listening to Travis' "Re-Offender" on repeat. I'm pretty sure I owned this CD at one point, but the song still somehow seems new to me. I am losing brain matter by the second.