My Kids Now Have Two Ants, I Mean Aunts

All last week I was sick with some crappy head cold. By the time Saturday rolled around, I was feeling better, but producing enough snot to lubricate the entire state of North Carolina and my voice just wasn't all there. That and Ashley had a makeup class for gymnastics, I wanted to get her hair cut, and Ray had to go show houses. I also really, really needed to go to Target. My point in all of this? I wasn't feeling myself and was dragging around a very active one and half year old and a very tired from Mommy and Daddy letting her stay up late the night before almost (AAKK, she's going to be four on SATURDAY) four year old.

And my cell phone rings just as Ashley sits in the chair to get her haircut. I see it's my brother.

"Hey Mike, what's up?" Cause something had to be up for him to call me on a Saturday.

"Guess what?"

"What's up?" Note to everyone, I really, really hate guessing games. Seriously. Just ask Ray. Do not ask me to guess. I don't like it.

"Jen and I got married."

Now, I assumed from the start of the phone call this was going to be about marriage. I thought he proposed. Nope, they really did get married, but they promise to do the big ceremony (again, I have lost 60 pounds and would really like to be in some sort of really pretty dress). There was something about the immigration thingy or something with Jen. (She's Canadian, not from Mars). I am just happy he's married and it's Jen and they are happy.

Maybe a beach wedding? OOOHHHH, I got it! Get married in Disney!

Okay, back on track.

So I told Mike to call Ray and got off the phone. I may not have seemed that estatic because I was a)full of snot and my ears where clogged and HOLY CRAP Audrey just pulled an entire necklace display down and b)Ashley was in the middle of getting her hair cut.

So Mike and Jen? We are very, very happy. Congrats. No, Congrats!! We love you guys!

And we have taught Ashley that Jen is now Aunt Jen. She kept repeating it all day.