Aw, thanks, everyone!
So, wanna tell us the whole proposal story?
Well, if you *insist*... It was last Sunday morning (the 20th). We had gone out for a really nice, romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant in town the night before, and just had a lovely time together, and I think it had become clear to both of us that we're in this for the long run. So the next morning I made french toast, which is possibly Mark's favorite meal ever, and when we were done he took my hand and asked me to marry him, and I said "Yes, yes, yes!"
Henceforth in our household, french toast shall be known as Proposal Toast.