Ok, this is getting a little ridiculous. I can’t work. I couldn’t sleep last night. (I kept pulling my hand out from under the covers and saying, “There’s a ring on my finger!”) I called everybody I knew who was still awake last night at 10:30 PM MST. I called my oldest friend this morning. I posted on the blog last night and on tribe, Straight Dope, and even frickin’ MYSPACE today!
All I can do is keep squeeing internally, staring at my pretty, shiny, sparkly ring, and force myself to stay in my chair when all I want to do is dance a jig!
I never thought I would be like that, you know, Those Girls who are so focused on The Ring and The Proposal. Surely, I will be more sensible, I told myself. Sure, call mom, call my sisters, call my closest friends – but I found out that I wanted to tell the whole world.
So, world, (and there appear to be people all over the world who read this blog – who’s in Brisbane, BTW? please comment!) this is it. After 1.5 years of 1000 mile plane trips, 6 months of weekend visits, and over three and a half years living together in blissful sin with our kitties, a question was asked and answered. And I couldn’t have asked for anything better, or more, or different. It was perfect.
Yes, I will tell the story of the proposal – but here’s the story the Hulk told the world before I even knew about it. Makes me tear up every time I read it – and I’ve read it at least 6 times since last night!
OK, I’ve got to keep to my routine. I’m going to the gym in a bit, and then I’ll go home, and we’ll have a great weekend calling everyone else who hasn’t yet heard. This is it. It’s real. I’m totally going to marry this guy!