You are NOT going to believe this! And if you laugh at me, I will reach through this screen and grab you round the neck until I choke that laugh right out of you. Ok, maybe that was a bit violent. But I know you’re going to laugh at me. You’re mean like that. So here it is: MY FREAKING BROTHER IS GETTING MARRIED. That’s right ANOTHER GDMFSOB WEDDING. In October. I get 8 months. That’s all. My siblings are cruel. So cruel.

On the bright side, being the youngest child, he can’t pick our family out of a line-up. My sister sarcastically introduced him to our grandmother at her wedding. He was escorting people to their seats and I stood next to him telling him who was coming in the door. To be fair, he was a baby when we moved from Louisiana. More than likely, the relatives couldn’t pick him out of a line-up either. This means two things. 1. There will not be another Louisiana wedding. 2. He’ll probably invite my grandmother and that’s it. No fighting with the relatives this time about who’s not invited. I can just say: No one’s invited. And the wedding will be in Lake Tahoe. We can be in and out in a weekend. Woo hoo!

I’m sure you’re all looking forward to the coming trauma. Don’t you people think I’ve had enough lately? Stop smiling. This is NOT funny. I think my siblings planned this to torment me.