your momma give us china, your daddy give us hell
My sister is engaged, y'all!!!
Apparently she tried to send me a cell-phone pic of the ring, but my phone refused to download it like a punk. So I called her back and was appropriately shrill and squealy, although I had to admit that I knew it was going to happen. ;) I am just ridiculously happy for her and Jim.
Let me explain briefly about The Lisa.
Lisa is my best friend. I mean, when people ask me to name my best friends, I usually say other people, because I take it as understood that Lisa is absolutely the best friend that I could ever have, and nobody else stands a chance of comparing. We survived 16 years of sharing a room without killing each other, even though she is like the neater half of the Odd Couple and I am basically Oscar the Grouch.
Lisa has always had my back, even though I have not always been grateful for it. She's there when anxiety gets the better of me, when boys suck, when I have no idea what I'm doing with my life. She's also there to share moments of crazy glee, like finishing a thesis or hearing the Decemberists play the opening chord of "Red Right Ankle." Whenever I want my ass kicked at Scrabble? There's Lisa. A couple hundred miles between us is nothing.
She's had to deal with her share of rough stuff over the past few years. She is the strongest person I know, even when she doesn't think so. She is beautiful and amazing and brilliant, and she and Jim deserve every single happiness the universe can bestow on them.
Lisa, you will probably read this at some point, so you should just know that I love you. And I'm sorry I threw you out of the Little Tikes house.