I’m getting married to a moron…

I received some disturbing news over the weekend. I learned that one of my sisters in-law is engaged. “Engaged in what?”, was my first thought while I looked around for a suitable hiding-place. When it turned out that it was the ‘to be married’ variety of engagement, my wife was able to coax me back out of my cupboard refuge. At least this sorry state of affairs doesn’t affect me directly (for now), but it is disturbing news indeed. I wonder if Hallmark carries a ‘Be Afraid!‘ line of greeting cards?

I still get night sweats when I remember the times this particular sister in-law has come to stay with us, because she is very, very difficult to live with. She has a super-human ability to piss absolutely everybody off within seconds of her arrival in a room and things just go downhill from there. Her picture has been posted outside every cardiac ward in Europe, with warnings not to allow her to speak to the patients under any circumstances whatsoever.

The mind boggles at the prospect that she has found someone to settle down with. The thought that her genes may be passed on to the next generation is enough to make a strong man whimper (but I suppose the Antichrist has to come from somewhere). On the plus side, at least we can take comfort in the fact that my SIL won’t drive her fiancée mad, because he’s obviously certifiable already.