Mum's dirty little secret

my mother called me twice today trying to decide a colour for me to wear to my brother's wedding. in fact she got so excited she made a decision (without consulting me) that the kids, meaning Rizan, Amri, my sister and I, will wear matching outfits to the wedding. is it that important to announce to the entire family tree that your daughters are dating? I thought the limelight was on your new daughter-in-law, not the two old hags you've been taking care of the last 20 years or so. you want us to quickly settle down and get married- we get it. I am just not too keen on having to parade around the Asian Civilisation Museum this June (or is it July?) and explain to people I don't recognise/don't like who the mat standing next to me is. I thought we'd just be chucking him into the kitchen where he is to wash dishes, like all traditional Malay weddings, hehe.

sigh. I'll be sorry to let my brother go. he is so precious and silly, and kind and generous and quite unlike what other people think. on the other hand, Tricia is cool and we love her and give her 1000 brownie points for being able to put up with him. I think they're going to be happy =]