Riley ,'Sleeper'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
J prefaced his proposal by saying "I want to say something that is really not romantic." Then he told me he wanted to be married to me but he just didn't want a wedding and started apologizing for not wanting a wedding. I interrupted him to say "Wait, you want to get married?" and then jumped on his lap where we discussed the matter further.
We then had a blissful three-day engagement before eloping.
jumped on his lap where we discussed the matter further.
Also known as the "Hell, yes!" answer.
Aw, I think I like that one best. Better than almost needing the Heimlich, like me. Cause I thought "dating", he thought "engaged to be engaged,"
Happy birthday, Laga!
"He got down on one knee. Of course, he had to get out of bed first."
This was mine, except without the getting up to get on one knee and more just rolling over, and it wasn't a bed so much as the floor.
ETA: Happy birthday, Laga! Congrats Suzi!
I am IN LOVE with this story. I am so fangirling Bev and her feisty DH now.
Amy is me. BevnherDH forevah. Rowr.
Congrats Suzi. That must be a major releif.
Happy happies Laga. (are you sure it isn't a laga lamp?...I apologize for that, I couln't help myself)
My dexh proposed in bed too. I was 20 and quite full of myself. I demanded that he get out of bed and say it again. We then went to the Carnation restaurant (he was a cop) at 4am to celebrate.
My favorite though, is the old couple we met who first saw each other on a Saturday, he proposed on a Saturday and gave her a gift every single Saturday to the point we met them (52 years) and crowed, "Don'tcha know, Saturday is the best day of the week!"
Congrats Suzi. What a load of your mind that must be.
'Bout bloody time, huh?
'Bout bloody time, huh?
Seriously. Went on the market last May, we had to drop the price big time, but we came out of the deal without losing any money (didn't gain any either, but oh well).
No more foreclosure looming over my head! Woot woot.
Yay house! What a dreadful long drawn-out process.
I just wimped out of going to my weekly trivia game. I'm definitely better, but putting on my outside pants seems like such an effort. Also, there are gastrointestinal after effects that wouldn't be appreciated.
Woot! I beat the ice storm home. Rehearsal got out early. Things going well. I raced home (driving safe, of course), and discover Netflix left me a gift. So I'm spending the night in with season 2 disc 1 of Lost. Woot!