All right, I can finally make ONE announcement…
After seven and a half years of dating, Peter and I have finally accepted that we’re just damn well stuck with each other.
He proposed at the Sharks game last night, after wooing me with a new jersey and three beers. (Forunately, the Sharks won the game)
I knew it was coming but he wouldn’t let me announce it until we had the ring (which of course took FOREVER to get resized and have my great-grandmother’s stone put in the setting).
We’re already arguing over how “no, Carolyn, we cannot base the wedding location SOLELY on whether there are good riding roads nearby”…(oh, but I just realized he never said anything about the *honeymoon* location…. )
[...and yes, Karl, you were right. ]