Monday, August 16, 2010

It Was the Sound of You and I

Secret Number Thirty-Three: I love sunflowers during the summer time.

So, I took today off of work, cause I still feel crappy. Luckily, the throat isn't bothering me as much, but my jaw is still significantly sore. I attempted to eat some toast with my eggs this morning. Let me just say that I'm thankful no one was there to witness this pathetic failure. I'm pretty sure I looked like I've never used teeth before. Betsey the cow would be proud.

I just finished cleaning the bathroom so the mother would be happy. I started out being diligent, but then stopped caring and kind of blew off trying. Sorry, Mommy.

The wonderful sister wants me to come over for a couple hours and keep her company, which I shall get ready to do now. She's getting married in something like twenty days. That's so freaky. She's the first to get married out of us kids; my oldest brother is the first to have a kid. I'm starting to feel old and reminiscent.

Ah, the good old days when my older brother Jake would beat up on me, then Amorae would beat up on him, and Josh on her. Those were such lovely times.

It's kind of scary that my sister is getting married. I mean, it probably won't be too much different, because I've hung out with her and her fiance for the whole two years they've been together, helped Jonny plan the proposal, and have spent the night at their place too many times. But, there's still the fact that my sister...my best friend...is getting married. We're not going to have the same last name anymore. She's going to move into a house. She's going to have kids. My sister is growing up.
I think I'm going to cry.

I'm so happy for her, it's insane. But I'm also secretly terrified. She's the first one out of the four of us to be doing this; she's setting the bar. We'll be going to her for marriage advice, kid advice, whatever. It's just so odd.

Well, I'm off to get cute-ish.


"If I could change anything, I'd change everything but you...please promise me you won't change a thing..."

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