A Whiskey-Tango-Foxtrot Moment

I adore my younger brother, and always have except when he got mad at me in the 40's and ripped my Van Johnson pictures to shreds. Van Johnson, it turned out, was something of a sap anyway. He married his best friend's wife.
The point of this blog is an email I sent about his new girlfriend, or old girlfriend depending on your point of view. I was aware they had been "dating" for several years. I knew they had gone to North Carolina (from Florida, not an odious trip) to visit my oldest and very classy daughter and her remarkable boys.
To make a long story short (I know, you haven't got all day, kids) said daughter remarked on the phone how sharp Anne, the girlfriend, is. Words she used were "capable, attractive," and I was "certain to like her." That was infofrmation I passed on to brother in my email.
To my glee, he answered immediately, with observations on his life and time and various weddings and, in the last paragraph, said "Anne and I married.'
Well, little ones, that was news. I thought I had a divorced, now bachelor, brother. WRONG. That's why I had a whiskey-tango-foxtrot moment. i was floored, not less so when the news was an appendage to an email.
Eventually, I pulled myself together and wished congratulations and good luck and all the things you way. And of course, I am happy for him. I just hope the nexr time he has whopper news he'll put it in the lead of the email.