No Ring.
I was truly surprised when he never popped the question this weekend. Everytime he would grab my hand, I expected the Boy to go down on one knee. It never happened. Which is fine. I know that it will happen, he is probably just waiting for the "right time" or whatever. I consoled myself with green beer, blue jello shots, and a "Kiss me, I'm Irish" button I jacked from whomever's house we were at. I always enjoy St. Patrick's Day just a little too much.
I am not looking forward to planning the lavish wedding, but I never said that I wouldn't mind a little bling on my finger...
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