Thursday, June 22, 2006

The Proposal

He was down on one knee (or was it two) in the middle of the restaurant. He was asking (or was it begging) me to be his wife. I don't remember what he said. The redheaded boy with freckles could hardly know what awaited us, but he wanted me by his side. I said, "Yes!" then promptly dropped my engagement ring in a pile of whipping cream....

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