Saturday turned out to be another one of those perfect Saturdays when I move effortlessly from one fun event to the next. I met with my running group, then came home to discover I had the place to myself, which always means I take the opportunity to watch stupid romantic comedies and episodes of Sex & The City. This time, I watched Ms. Potter. (I feel dumb, but when I decided to watch that movie I was thinking that Beatrix Potter was the woman who wrote Mary Poppins, and then five minutes into the movie when Ms. Potter referred to Peter Rabbit, I started thinking she was the woman who wrote Winnie The Pooh...and then like 10 minutes later I realized she wrote The Tale Of Peter Rabbit. Anyway.)
Then I went out to get my hair cut. And then I met my darling friend Shannon for lunch. And then I stuffed myself full of avocado eggrolls from Cheesecake Factory and washed them down with two mojitos. Then I followed Shannon around Urban Home while she bought stuff for her apartment.
Then I got home, and while holding my stomach and moaning about the size of my foodbaby and how I thought at any moment I might barf and how I am a total fat ass, I bombarded Devin with the story of how I'd found the perfect couch while I was out and it is on sale. But he didn't seem terribly interested and so I wandered into the bedroom, where I was alarmed to find that the attached bathroom reeked from the litter box. So as I continued rubbing my giant belly and wailing about how full I was and about the disgusting state of the bathroom, Devin came into the bedroom. And sat on the bed. And handed me the most beautiful ring I have ever seen in my life. And proposed.
Yes, turns out someone is willing to spend the rest of his life dealing with me.