Huh.

My little sister (four years younger than me) just called me to tell me that she’s “almost” engaged (he’s asking my father this weekend and he’ll propose after that) and wants to get married in May. Smack dab in the middle of my vacation to Ireland.

Never mind that I didn’t know his name until this morning. Yep. It’s not like I haven’t talked to her several times these past couple of months, I guess he just never came up.

Instead of me being happy about it, all I can think is how it’s made a mess out of plans that were tenuous as it was. If I still go to Ireland, it’ll mean only 5 days there, instead of the 8 like I was planning.