President Obama: Hey, Citigroup. This is the president.

Citigroup: Oh, hey! How are you?

President Obama: Let's just cut to the chase: the new plane.

Citigroup: Oh, yeah, it's gonna be awesome!

President Obama: Yeah, no.

Citigroup: No, what?

President Obama: ...

Citigroup: No...plane?

President Obama: ...

Citigroup: O...kay. Sure.

President Obama: Have a nice day.

Well, he'd evidently made an impression, because she did write to him. And he wrote back. And their correspondence flew thick and fast and amorous. And the next time he saw her - indeed, the first time he'd so much as held her hand - was when he flew over to the West Indies to marry her.

Swoon.

DH proposed to me while I was asleep. Can't tell you much there. He refused to repeat whatever it was he said. And to this day swears I said yes.

Ha! Priceless.

Laura's plane story is sweet! Bev's... kinda hot!

My mom got the worst proposal ever...my dad just told her that relationships either go forward or they end. And he wanted to go forward, so... ME: He sounds like an ass. you shouldn't have married him. MOM: I REALLY wanted to leave home. The saddest thing is, he told me that story and never thought to pretty it up for me.

A friend of mine had been living with the same guy for several years. One day he was meeting her for lunch and she'd debated over whether to wear the jazzy yellow dress or the pretty pink dress(she decided on the pink). Well, at lunch time he swept into her office, wearing a tuxedo, carrying champagne, and followed by a violinist. As the violinist played, he went down on one knee and proposed. She said yes (duh), he poured champagne for her and her co-workers, and they celebrated. The violinist went back to wherever he came from and they went to a long, romantic lunch.

Since I posted the baby picspam over in Natter, I thought I'd better link over here too. [link]

eta: Our engagement story is nothing fancy, I think, but was still romantic. We went to this Valentine's Day ball at Ft. Lewis and Joe proposed on the dance floor while Elvis was singing. I have no idea what he said because I was totally shocked.

ugg. I got tagged twice today in Facebook for that "25 things you don't know about me" thing. I'm not very good at randomly revealing. Far better at answering questions. It just seems a bit narcissistic to me.

I got "you know I want to marry you" shouted into my ear at a reggae club.

25 things you don't know about me

I don't think I could come up with 25 things I never told someone.

If anyone ever wants me to dig in my heels and not do something, "tag" me to do it. Facebook, lj, it doesn't matter. I get all, "who the hell are you to demand 25 factoids from my life" (or whatever the tagging's about). Well, actually, I just ignore it. But if pressed, the words would come out.

1. I am not a patient person
2. I am REALLY not a patient person
3...4...5..10..15..20...
24. I am REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY...REALLY not a patient person
25. I am SO EXTREMELY IN NO WAY POSSIBLE EVER a patient person.

But I think y'all already know that about me.