Turns out, not only was B busy buying a ring and perfecting his proposal plans and buying me birthday presents and anniversary presents, but he was also planning a surprise engagement party with our best friends, all of whom live in different states. Seriously, oh my gah.
People came from far and wide to cram themselves into our apartment to behave the way we
All of this, of course, was made possible by this man.
Because being engaged last week was pretty great and all, but it was missing something. Rather, I was missing something. Namely, these people. My people.
And B wanted these people too. Because it just doesn't look as sexy when I tear of his shirt like this.
Because when it comes down to it, when I'm old and all I do is sit around and talk about myself
So in the 10 days that I've been fianced, I've learned this: