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.