Because I love my cousin very, very deeply (he's like the retarded little brother I never had), I intend to bite my tongue and not shatter his journey into the oblivious by informing him of how uncontrollably I will be sobbing during the entire $1600 return flight I'll be taking on
Good thing this plan to bite my tongue is, unlike family, not an obligation.
Just a reminder? Should anyone ever place a sparkly rock on my finger (stop your laughing right now, mom, you hear me??) and I instantly turn into a self-absorbed, inconsiderate harbinger of hate and tafeta, you are required to use the nearest tool, or your own hands need be, to immediately and permanently relieve me of oxygen.