Valentines Day.... 1994.... Hubby and I got engaged... on a small iceburg.
When he proposed he gave me a beautiful ring that I (of course) forced on my finger. It wasn't too extremely difficult to do so... I was completely frozen and forgot that things tend to shrink when at that level of cold.
When I got back to my apartment I felt a painful throbbing in my finger. I looked down and noticed that it was looking quite swollen around the sparkly indention in my finger. Oh.. I mean the ring. I grabbed some shampoo - poured some all over my finger and began to pull and twist until I was able to remove the ring. I was quite nervous that it would have to be cut off since it took me about 30 minutes to remove it.
Meanwhile my roommates were watching me rather closely. See.. my husband was a complete dork. He insisted that I NOT tell anyone that we were engaged. Not until he said that I could tell people. I had to act like nothing happened on Valentine's Day... when they see me trying to extract a diamond and ruby ring from my finger for half an hour.
I actually played along with his idiotic plan for a week and a half. I finally said that either we were going to tell people or I would. (He didn't have much of a choice at this point). He gave me "permission" to tell my mom. I did.. the next day I told my roommates and everyone else who would listen.
Yeah, he was a dork.... still is... but I love him.
2 comments:
I can say for certain that sometimes the dorks really do end up with the most beautiful and wonderful women. I know that is how it ended up for us. Congratulations to both of you.
Thanks Michael. You two are just so perfectly matched. It's amazing that you guys found each other so early in life.
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