I am jealous of my newest sister-in-law. I am jealous, because she has perfectly tamed hair and a sophisticated posture. I am jealous of my newest sister-in-law's small frame (aka thinness) and her natural endowments. Heck, I am even jealous of her smile--more specifically her perfectly straight teeth. Y'all haven't seen my Magdalena Hagdalena crooked teeth.
I don't know really what I was expecting when we drove to Utah last month. I think secretly I was hoping my brother-in-law was going to marry Godzilla. When I saw my new sister-in-law, my heart sank because I realized he got a pretty and nice one. Not that Godzilla wasn't nice...he was just confused and lonely.
Seriously though, I am glad my brother-in-law picked himself a good one. I've been wanting another sister-in-law for a while and I felt so elated and uplifted when I found out he was engaged. In a way I feel sorry for her though as this now means she has to put up with me. Me the jokester. Me the prankster. Me the talker. Me the crazy woman with a point-and-shoot camera.
Me the woman that can't seem to follow directions--who makes her own path--and then ruins the wedding mints.
Me the woman that thinks: Now why didn't I pick natural colors like her for my wedding reception?
Me the silly girl who had to tell her dorky joke to wedding guests:
He he he, I kill myself.