I read on The Bloggess that we are all supposed to go here and get linked up on Mr. Linky, whatever the fuck that means, and then write on your own blog about how you got engaged or married or whatever.
So I read the blog in the link and at first I had no idea what the hell was going on over there. Then I saw the other link at the end of the post and figured it out. I'm an idiot today...my brain is fried after dealing with teenage kid drama all day yesterday. If you don't have a teenager yet, please don't get one. I'm just saying. Don't. Ever.
Anyway, here's my awesome engagement story. The Captain proposed to me on a mountaintop in Switzerland and afterwards he bought me some Swiss chocolate and then we yodeled.
Just kidding. He proposed to me on the 4th of July right during a fireworks show. And he had the ring on a sparkler and when he handed it to me it burned my hand, so I dropped it in the lake and it was never seen again.
Just kidding. He proposed to me in a fancy restaurant and he had the waiter put my ring in a glass of champagne. And when he got down on one knee, the string quartet played "All My Ex's Live In Texas".
Just Kidding. He proposed to me in his living room while his kids threw flower petals that they ripped out of the neighbors garden at my face and then we went to dinner at Black Eyed Pea.
That's really how it went down. Cute, sweet and absolutely perfect for us.
And then we honeymooned in Vegas, where we used our in-room jacuzzi a lot.
The End.
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บริการกีฬาคนพิการ – Mufasabet
1 year ago
12 comments:
I don't do anything called Mr. Linky.
I told my husband that.
He renamed it.
I have been proposed to three times, said yes once, been married zero times. Tahaha I guess getting down on one knee while I am leaving you isn't the way to go.
Blehggghhy! Blehhhkghity Bleuggh! *shudder*
(In room jacuzzi)
Mine proposed when the pregnancy test was positive. How romantic? I'm lucky to have him but I never got to go on a honeymoon. I think that's sad. Don't you?
Hugs!!
I believed every one of your stories! (I'm pretty gullible.)
The last one was the best, even if I don't know what a Black Eyed Pea is, unless it's actually rolling around on my plate. Do they serve squirrel there?
Men who yodel are hot.
Just kidding.
Your blog reminded me of that crazy character on SNL...have you seen her?
BTW, keep up the fucking swearing. I've bene thinking about toning mine down because I dont want to offend, but then I came here and love reading fuck in a sentence, so I decided to fuck it and keep swearing.
Amen.
Betsey: My husband calls his Mr. Winky.
Nikki: You should be congratulated on your proposal to marriage ratio. Very impressive.
SMU, Kid: Are you saying you are grossed out by the jacuzzi story or is that your imitation of me underwater in the jacuzzi?
Tracey: Not sad...just gives you something to look forward to doing with your husband after the kids have moved out.
Vic: Did I ever tell the story about how the Captain proposed to me while deep sea fishing? Totally true. And Black Eyed Pea is a restaurant in the south...I think they might have gone out of business.
Tasha: Well fuck me, you finally came back over here and left me a fucking comment! Hot fucking damn!
Jucuzzi is a french word meaning "come bath".
My guy didn't even really propose, he just sort of drops "when we get married" into sentences. Like, "you know I won't marry you until we get a new house." or "when we're married we can go to the Swiss Alps and drink hot chocolate and yodel". Also, he wants some big fancy wedding (in a church)(blasphemy!!) He's kinda like a girl with big wedding dreams, yet he never officially proposed. I guess that's why we've been living in sin for 5 years.
Oh, yeah - and he calls me his wife. Whatever.
I got you beat...nevermind how Mr. Forcryeye proposed...we got married at the GRACELAND CHAPEL in Las Vegas (yes, where Bon Jovi got married)...and yes, ELVIS walked me down the aisle.
That is funny. I still laugh that you call him the Captain.
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