monday

my sister is getting married in under two weeks. she is younger, thinner, and has better hair than i could ever dream of. in addition to these perks of her charmed life she's marrying a millionaire man that she fell head over heels for when they both reached for the sailboat at the water table in senior kindergarden. doug will be her first and last kiss, and i'm surprisingly not jealous. i'm jealous of the fact she can run 5k in just under half an hour, has an enviable apartment minutes from her job, and once again...that hair. that goddamn bouncy hair that never looks disshelveled. she is happy and in love and i am very happy for her. i am also thrilled beyond (also honoured) that i was chosen as her maid of honour. i will use this royal duty to my personal advantage and look smokin hot in whatever taffetta gown i am to wear, because doug's brother, and the man i have been salivating over for the past six years, will be standing mere feet away...taking his place as the best man.