Yes, you’ve probably all heard by now, that I am now engaged. I asked the love of my life who’s patiently waited for 5+ years to marry me. I asked her on Christmas day, but I had bought the ring like two weeks earlier. It was killing me that I had bought something so expensive and had to keep it locked up in a filing cabinet and not tell anyone. I eventually broke down and told Brett the Friday before Christmas, but I think I did pretty good. The Saturday before Christmas I called her mom and dad and asked their permission. Then Christmas eve i slipped the ring in her stocking. I was waiting for her to go to sleep to do it, but I was ready for bed at 11:00 and she wanted to stay up and be online. So, I had to keep myself awake for like an hour and a half longer. When she got up she checked her stocking to make sure I didn’t get her anything because we weren’t exchanging gifts, but luckily she missed the ring. After Carissa checked her stocking she wanted us to check ours, but I encouraged her to just open her presents. When she was done I said that mommy had something in her stocking. As she was pulling the ring out of her stocking I had Carissa come over and I asked her if she thought it would be ok if I asked her mommy to marry me. Then I asked April. She paused for a few seconds, but eventually said yes. It was a good Christmas.
The main reason for writing here is to pose a question. Why does everything having to do with engagement have to be hard to spell. In particular Fiancé. I have had to write that several times in the last week and a half and each time I can’t figure out how to spell it. And what’s with the thingie above the e? I know, I know, it has a name… an accent, or whatever. In fact, I should know it from four years of french class, but alas, I do not. (I think they are accent grave and accent something or other, lol, idk.)
Anyhow, we’re looking at sometime August, 2008, so everyone can stop asking now. It’s officially on the internet. It’s kind of exciting thinking about a wedding, but not so exciting thinking about paying for it. Oh well, it will be fun and I’ll be with the one I love.
Hey, congratulations. I find it hard to believe that you didn’t learn something as basic in French as the accent mark when you had the teaching excellence of Nina El Bardawil at the helm. Be careful when selecting the wedding invitations, you don’t want to get any toxic glue.
I just finished reading whatmyboyfriendsays.com and I laughed my ass off (no cyber talk lmao). I’ve learned how to use my imagination more to answer my wife’s questions, if that’s possible. In probably 3 to 6 months I’ll be needing a divorce lawyer, so if there are any reading this, contact me through this website. I’ll be the first to say congrats on the other news that will probably be of topic soon enough (try breaking that code). I’ll have to check this website more than once a year to keep up with the (soon to be) Belloni’s. Also, before I go, I just wanted to mention that Newman is my favorite character on the show Seinfeld – yes, I realize I’m watching reruns – because of his occupation. My two favorite lines are:
“When you control the mail……you control……INFORMATION!”
“I don’t work in the rain.”
One last thing, I couldn’t agree with your Wal~Mart blog anymore. If I was you, I would have walked straight back to the liquor section and picked up a new bottle and gotten in line to purchase it. Of course, your actions were almost perfect given how they unfolded. I would have liked you to confront him and the store manager to prove this “law” to you. Make a big scene. Go in the parking lot a lay down. Chain yourself to the store while badgering customers who purchase merchandise from the corporation of EVIL. Big Box Mart.
I’m done now.