So, the people in my house (I guess you liberals would call them my “family”) are seriously beginning to freak out over my oldest sister’s upcoming wedding. Nothing wedding-related can be accomplished without some measure of yelling. In fact, it’s sort of becoming our way of knowing that we actually are talking about the wedding:

“So, have they decided a date yet?”
“Have who decided a date for what?”
“Kathy and Caleb. Have they picked a wedding date yet?”
“WHY YES THEY HAVE PICKED A DATE BUT INSTEAD OF GIVING YOU THE ACTUAL INFORMATION THAT YOU WANTED, THAT BEING THE SEEMINGLY SIMPLE ANNOUNCEMENT OF MONTH AND DAY, I SHALL NOW REGAIL YOU WITH A STORY ABOUT AN ARGUMENT WE HAD TODAY OVER THE COLOR OF THE UPPER RIGHT BORDER OF THE INVITATIONS.“

This method is, in fact, a very effective way of making me want to know as little as possible about the wedding. Touch?, family.

Another nifty family practice is to inform the more hapless family members (members include: me) of rather significant future events as late as possible. How this currently applies is: 1) my parents just told me that in a few days, they are going away for a week. To Hawaii. 2) My little sister has the entire next school week off for some obscure district break, most likely so the school board can worriedly discuss the increasingly haggard teenage male they see picking her up after school every day. And 3) My second oldest sister is going snowboarding in Tahoe next Thursday.

Now, on the whole, I really could not care less about any of this news. What bugs me is the fashion that it was delivered to me by my mom, earlier today. That being, a single mumbled sentence:
???Charlie, we…
?????..Hawaii…
??????..Bonnie…
????????…one week..
?????????…purple monkey dishwasher…
????????? …snowboarding.”

Bleah. One more thing: I may be working at Blockbuster Video soon. You know if you work there, they let you rent five movies a week, for free? FIVE MOVIES! And, they even pay you — get this — by the hour! How great is that?!