The love sick baby sister

Ahh... the baby sister is in love for the first time. I'm excited because the boy could be potentially my new baby brother-in-law. But it's strange, the baby sister is growing up.

I forgot what it's like to feel like a giggly love-sick puppy floating on clould 9. Hubby and I have been together for so long that it feels like ancient and dusty. But...... I enjoy my ancient dusty marriage. It's comfortable, it's annoying, it's wonderful, it's frustrating, it's the best thing in life to wake up next to the one you love. It's like wearing the ugliest grandma underwear knowing that it's okay because it's the most comfortable thing in the world and what's important is that it makes you so happweeeeeee.

Anyway, I'm going to interview the boy. I've been doing lots of interviews at work, so of course I have to interview this potential baby brother-in-law. For starters, he has to be tough to be able to join the family. If the hubby knew about my boogie family when he first met me, he would have run screaming in the opposite direction. (So Genny, the trick is to make the guy fall hopelessly in love with you, then throw him into Boogie Land and see whether he survives. If he does, he is then worthy to be certified Boogie-Proof)

Love-sick baby sisters keeps going on and on about the boy. She's so from a different generation as me. Her biggest concern now is how to "officially announce her relationship on facebook" *rolls my eyes*.

Apparent the boy is afraid of me. Hehehe... it's because I scared him on Facebook. I only told him to be prepared to answer a long list of questions from mua. Not that bad right? *evil laugher*.

Currently thinking of what I should ask the boy.... help me think of something ya....


P.s - to my kepochi friends who have known my sister since the days when she was still wearing the dark blue school uniform, the boy is the most recent person I added on facebook. Have to give him credit for being brave enough to add me on Facebook

P.p.s - BTW, I did ask the baby sister wheter I could blog about this, so it's not like I simply publish personal stuff about other people. (With the exception of the hubby though, he has come to accept that being married to me means that half of his life stories will end up on this blog, to the point that when his mum is about to nag him about something on the phone, he quickly covers the mouth piece and asks "Did you blog about this?". If no, it means he can confidently deny whatever his mum is nagging about, "No la, no la... I didn't lose anything during the world cup")

;)