Yay bon&bob! That was an adorable announcement.

Is crazy talk.

Oh, I know it is. I mock myself.

Today is to be full of bleh, with a sick of ahrg. Funness!

So bon bon, do you have any more proposal details? What is your ring like? Have you told you families? Did you cry? Did Bob?

Like I said, I had no idea. He got home from the flight after nine last night, and I got home from work shortly thereafter. He said pretty much as I was hanging up my coat, "so, do you want your present?" And I said yes, why don't I give you one of your birthday gifts. So I went into the bedroom and gave him a sweater vest (his bigger gift is stuck in transit). He said, ok, go on the couch and close your eyes. I sat on the couch, and he said "open your eyes" and when I opened them he was kneeling with the ring (an oval sapphire-- I won't wear diamonds). I was stunned, and all I could say was that I wasn't expecting this. I said that about five or six times and then remembered to say yes, and was crying. And then he said his parents wanted to welcome me to the family, and we called his parents, who welcomed me, assured me that Bob had picked out the ring himself, and then proceeded to squabble between themselves, as they do. We called my house and my parents didn't answer, so I left a message on my mom's phone to call me. Bob had wanted to ask my dad but he didn't have his phone number. He planned to get it from my phone while I was sleeping at some point, but I kept returning home late from work two weeks ago or so when he had decided upon this. So we went out to eat and I called my mom when we got back, she was driving home from something and my dad was driving home in another car in front of her. I told her, she was happy but of course wanted me to call my dad, and I apparently have the wrong number for him. I pulled Bob off the phone with his brother and we called my mom, who handed the phone off to my dad, and Bob asked him then. That was pretty much what happened as I recall.

we called his parents, who welcomed me, assured me that Bob had picked out the ring himself, and then proceeded to squabble between themselves, as they do.

Okay, this is adorable.

AW!

AWWWW

Your story is wonderful, bon bon. I'm so happy for you both.

I told her, she was happy but of course wanted me to call my dad, and I apparently have the wrong number for him.

That could have been awkward. "Sir, I'd like permission to marry your daughter!" "...my daughter's five." "I'm sure she'll always be a child in your heart?" "I'm hanging up now and calling the police, you pervert!"

Congratulations, bon bon & bob bob!!!! I love the engagement story! It's made me a little weepy.

It was great fun and I hope to do it again soon when we have a bit more time to sit back and relax.

Yes, absolutely!!! I was worried about being dullsville because I was so sleepy but you both are so nice and chatty and interesting and we ended up with way more to talk about than time.

sarameg, thanks again for driving! And am really hoping Brentwood tells you all is well and that clutch will be with you for a good long while yet.

Awww, what a sweet engagement story!

A lawyer and a philosopher, bound in marriage. That will be a talky marriage. Congratulations! Bon, don't let Bob convince you that the world doesn't exist. He might try it, you know.

The world of ice is still the world of ice. Will it please be warm enough tomorrow (as predicted) that all of the ice magically turns into slush? I will gladly wear my ugly boots if I can stop slip-sliding around. (Everybody on my street shoveled too soon, so some of the sidewalk is literally ice-skateable. Smooth and beautiful -- from a distance.)