First things first. Everyone should go right away and read my adorable sister's cryptically-titled blog, here. Her name really is Caitlin, and she's MUCH younger than I am. Go ahead, click away. I'll wait.
Welcome back. We're just back from an overnight stay at my older sister's* house. She had a First Communion party for her son, which is why Caitlin spent Saturday neck deep in cupcake batter. It was time well spent. The party was fun, and Saturday's wedding was not bad, either. (7yo on the wedding: "Wedding? Aren't you guys already married?" Assured that we are married, he asked "So what...you just go and watch people get married?") I just finished unpacking.
I read once that before you get married, you should know how your intended would handle a traffic jam, or tangled Christmas lights, or a similarly infuriating situation, before you proceed with the marriage. To that very good advice, I'd add that you should also make sure that your betrothed shares your philosophy on unpacking after a trip, and cleaning up after a party. Ideally, you should both be either "Hey. Let's just go to bed and get all of this cleaned up in the morning" people OR (and preferably) you should both be "Hey. Let's just clean this all up now so it's not waiting for us in the morning" people. One of each of those types of people in a marriage, and conflict will be the inevitable result. My husband and I are both the latter type.
Right now, my sister-in-law is sitting in the kitchen with her brand-new computer. Which she brought to me, so that I could help her configure it and set up her wireless access. Thus, the tradition of the blind being led by the blind continues in our family. After this, I guess I'll be asked to tune up someone's car, or to provide investment advice. I will always suggest that you buy low, and sell high.
*I'm actually 16 months older than my "older sister", but I call her my older sister to distinguish her from Caitlin, my much-younger sister. Also, it pisses her off. Since she wouldn't read my blog to save her soul from Hell, though, she won't know the difference.