My little brother is getting married.
Or, at least I think he is. He hasn't bothered to tell anyone yet, though his girlfriend is wearing what my dad termed "a rock" on her hand and got all emotional when my dad's gf hugged her.
Believe it or not, I'm more upset about not being told than not being married first. I can't really be that suprised; we haven't actually talked to each other in about a year and a half. One of us usually makes contact with the other's voicemail, but that's as far as it goes. My dad is a little peeved too, but the last time he got married he told everyone via email, so he has even less right to complain than I do.
I have not been this depressed in a good, long while...