She said yes!

Perhaps two days after the big question was asked, I asked another. “Should I have a ring?” A quick, non descript “It’s taken care of” answer. I ponder rings for another night. What do I know to look for? Nothing! I know little about rings.

What’s a girl to do?

Then, Monday, I am stuffing my maw with meatloaf, and he is in the bedroom. The door slowly closes, which I find odd.
Walking towards, mouth still full, “What’sgoin’oninhere?”

Open door, see him down on ground on one knee, ring box open.

I scream, run away, trying not to choke on meatloaf. We truly are the most romantical.

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