This past weekend, Keith and I loaded up the kids and trekked down to Springfield to see friends and family.
I talked to my mom on Thursday night, spent over an hour at her house on Friday night, but it wasn't until Sunday during lunch with my oldest brother that I found out (from my SIL, NOT my brother) that my youngest brother is getting married.
In a month.
April 5th, to be exact.
And my youngest brother refuses to answer his phone when I call.
I'm in a funk, dammit.