Good for him. But the wedding won’t be for an entire year. I personally don’t understand long engagements. To me, it’s either do it or don’t do it, but don’t keep me in suspense. I have to get him a present, and if he thinks it’s not going to work with his fiancée, I’d like him to give me a heads-up so I don’t have to keep track of the sales receipt in case I have to return his gift. To further complicate my brother’s whole engagement, he and his fiancée, Lisa, decided that they needed to drag it out by first having a “spiritual blessing” by a “shaman.” Mike, if you’re reading this (and I know you’re reading this), why in the hell did we have to drag our asses across two states and end up in Sedona? If the attraction was the New Agers, we could have packed a lunch and driven over the hill to the Socialist Republic of Boulder, Colorado. It’s infinitely closer than Sedona and I could have escaped the gathering sooner. I hope Mike doesn’t hire this “shaman”
