Well folks, he put a ring on it. Mr. Man finally ponied up and did it!
That lying sack of potatoes, he’s been throwing me off for WEEKS… Between the “I need to wait for a couple more paychecks” and the “We’ll sees” he had me pretty confused.
Well, my little sister came into town for the weekend… to supposedly spend Easter with us. Or so I thought. Silly me.
So, since ALL of you are asking how it went down, here goes…
Mr. Man woke up at 6:30 am yesterday (Easter) to go to sunlight service with his parents. He doesn’t usually go, but I didn’t think anything of it. In fact, I would have gone if we weren’t having 14 people over for a late lunch. So I slept for about an hour and some change then got up, threw on one of his big (XL) t-shirts, a pair of sweatpants (VS “Boyfriend” pants to be precise), tossed my hair into a plop on top of my head (like… Pebbles style. When I say “on top” I really do mean ON TOP of my head), and headed downstairs to keep cooking (I’d been cooking all afternoon/evening on Saturday).
So Mr. Man comes home from his parents’ and says,
Let me know when you can step away from the stove for a couple minutes?
Looking back, my response was quite comical…
Why? What do you want to cook?
Dummy. He didn’t want to cook anything. Duh.
Well, don’t you want to do the whole Easter basket thing?
I’m thinking, uh I mean sure? But it’s not a big deal? What is he doing? Can’t he see I’m BUSY!?
So I step away from the stove and I’m banished to the upstairs. I’m told I can’t come down until he tells me to. Okayyy… awesome. Little sister and Mr. Man conspiring against me in my own house. Very seldom do things like these end well.
So I’m told to come down. Great. I’m given a grocery bag. Okay. Cool. So I ask my sister to take the dogs out real quick and she’s like “ok” — and nothing. Sits there. So again,
Uh can you take the dogs out real quick?
Sure. In a second.
So something is seriously up. I’m told to go on an egg hunt. I go to grab the first one I see, but noooo, I can’t have that one yet.
Seriously. Now I know. I know something is about to happen and I’m embarrassed and excited and nervous all at the same time… all whilst collecting my Easter eggs. So, Mr. Man tells me I’ve found them all and I can grab the big one that I tried for previously.
It’s big. Like, 5x as big as all the others. And it’s clear. But it’s full of paper grass crap. I open the egg. Dig through the paper grass crap. There’s a little black box.
[at this point, it's where it starts to get hazy, but little sister tells me I made a pretty funny face]
Everyone’s asking if he got on one knee. My answer?
No. And it’s a damn good thing because I didn’t even open that black box, I walked over to him and started crying on him. Where did this come from!? I’m still asking myself this question. Last I checked, I’m not the girly girl and I didn’t expect myself to have that reaction. I mean, I’m a crier. But not at this stuff. I surprised myself. I’m still surprised.
So I gave him the box and said,
YOU DO IT!
To which he responded by opening it and just shyly saying…
Will you marry me?
I honestly don’t even know if I said yes. I also don’t really remember what happened next, but thank goodness little sister refused to take the dogs out, because she filled in the blanks. Apparently he put the bling on my finger and I hugged him, babbled a few things and couldn’t stop gawking at my hand.
Which, brings me to my next point. I really didn’t think that just getting the ring would wind up to be such a big deal! I mean, shit, I can’t stop looking at my hand! I didn’t expect to be such a girl about this.
Which, also, brings me to my nexter (?) point. I’ve found that I really don’t like all this attention! It makes me blush. Much like this little guy:
So. Yeah. Everyones gawking at my hand and congratulating me and it’s almost uncomfortable! Weird? Maybe.
All that being said, I’m elated… but it’s funny. Because I’m also, terrified, overwhelmed and feel like I’m drowning in all sorts of exciting and scary things!
Anyway… enjoy, friends!!! xo