Yesterday while I was on the phone with Kelli I found out some very fascinating information. No, they have not found a miracle cure for OCD, so she’ll still be vacuuming her backyard twice a week.
The news was even bigger. Apparently she and my brother, Matt, went to prom together when they were in high school. I had no idea. I’m guessing I wasn’t informed because I hated her so much back then and would have found additional ways to torture both her, and my brother.
She was this close to being my sister.
I’ve never seen the pictures, so I have no proof of this date. However, when she got engaged to one of Matt’s best friends he emailed her his best wishes. By best wishes he told her to tell her fiancée he was going to kick his ass for trying to marry his prom date. Something about breaking guy code. This is where I get confused, I thought guy code was whoever drinks the last beer has to go get more beer, same goes for the last roll of toilet paper.
I hope Kelli and Scotty take their time setting a date, because there will still time for me to win her back. Errr, I mean, Matt to win her back.