Bling Bling Here Comes The Ring

Ok so I was right.

The engagement actually did happen. It was a little different than I thought it would be.

He took me to a beautiful indoor garden that is in the middle of the city. It was gorgeous and I was positive that he was going to ask. Well, he didnt. I was holding his hand, which I noticed was beginning to sweat and shake. He continued to look over his shoulder every few minutes, still unsure of what he was looking for. After an hour of The Boy acting completely unlike himself, we walked out of the garden, sans ring.

We hurridly ran across the street to a hotel bar. The Boy ordered a couple of drinks and stared out the window. I slurped down my ameretto sour and wondered what the hell was running through his head. After the tab was taken care of, he grabbed my hand and said "Let's head on home." But instead of going toward his little red sports car, we veered back toward the garden. He walked very quickly to a little bridge over looking a pond with ducks, koi, and little turtles. Immediately, The Boy got down on one knee, pulled the box out of his pocket and asked me to marry him. Of course I said yes, and gave him a great big hug.

We went home to tell my parents. Mom cried, Dad hugged The Boy. (Big deal= Dad is not a hugger.) Then the whole famn damily headed over to the local watering hole for a couple of celebratory drinks. Fun times all around. It only took twenty minutes for my Mom to let the inenvitable to happen....

"So.... When do we get to start planning your wedding?"

Oh no.