Last week of school, and in some ways my classmates and myself are looking forward to it, at the same time fearful of it. What will we do once the class is over with? This has become practically our entire life for the past three weeks. We've forgotten how to do anything else.
Okay, so maybe it's not that bad. As one of my classmates said though, "I'll be looking forward to having my normal life back once again." And I will be looking forward to not having to fight traffic everyday. Blech!
Back in late spring, my little sister Deborah told me about a boy she had started dating named Nathan. I spoke with him on the phone once and he sounded like a really nice kid. Well, after being home for three weeks and seeing him on more than one occasion, I'd have to say I'd gladly trade my sister in for him.
Deborah and him are "engaged to be engaged." She's already got the date picked (Thanksgiving weekend) and is looking for places to hold a wedding and checking out wedding dresses. I think my brother Matthew said it best, "Can we at least have an engagement ring and proposal before we start doing all this?"
The thing is, while I think Nathan is a great match and nice kid, Deborah is so obnoxious about it! He'll be over and she'll say, "Does he have nice biceps?" "Isn't he handsome?" "He's just amazing." They have to FaceTime each other EVERY NIGHT they are not together. I won't forget when I met up with Mom, Dad, and her in Dallas for Cousin Paul's wedding a few weeks ago, she walks off the plane and says, "We need to text Nathan." To which I said, "Did you struggle with the few hours you were unable to communicate with him?" And she affirmed she did.
She's just so gaga and gushing, which, as many of you know, I'm not. The other day she drove up to LAX to pick him and his family up from the airport. But she couldn't just pick him up. She had to make stuff for them to have in their fridge for when they got home. The next day Nathan was saying how thoughtful she was because she cleaned the house and vacuumed it and everything. To which I said, "Great. Now can you get her to start doing that here at home."
My big grievances with Deborah are that she doesn't tell Mom and I when crowds of her immature silly twenty something friends are coming over, and she doesn't do her dishes. Deborah is 11 years younger than me physically, and I would say 20 years younger mentally.
What's that expression? Once the baby, always the baby. So true. The irony is Mom practically asked her and her friend Maria to come live with them because she didn't want to have only dad for company.
All I have to say is if this wedding does take place in November, I am SO glad I will not be around for the preparations. She's already driving mom crazy. And I'm annoyed at her also because she's not asking me to be a bridesmaid. Our conversation went as follows:
Me: "What is this you're not asking me to be a bridesmaid?"
Deborah: "Do you want to be a bridesmaid?"
Me: "No I don't, but you didn't give me a chance to turn down the offer."
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