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Tony, seen here eating a hot dog in a rented tuxedo at my wedding, is getting married himself now. The missus and I couldn’t be happier. First thing I thought after hearing the news: “So, will this make Jackie my sister-in-law?” Sadly, this was followed by: “No, you dufus, ’cause Tony isn’t actually your brother.” To which I replied to myself, “Whatever, dude. You shouldn’t talk about my brother like that.”
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This is the bride-to-be, the talented, hilarious and ridiculous Jackie. Seriously, in hindsight, I don’t think I’ve ever gone from meeting a person to loving them like a sister as quickly as I did with Jackie. She’s not a friend’s fiance I like because she makes my friend happy. She’s a person I’m thrilled to know myself and delighted to see joining Tony’s family. My joy for her engagement is, truly, quite selfish, because it means we’ll be seeing her for a long time. She is, quite simply, the bomb.