You know, I’ve worn rings for as long as I can remember, but Mini-Mommy always made sure that sisterdear and I never wore rings on our left hand ring finger. Her reasoning was that if we kept that finger bare then when we got engaged it would feel special.

She was completely correct. I’ve had on the most beautiful engagement ring I’ve ever seen since Wednesday and it does feel different. I’m aware of it on my hand at all times of the day and even when I’m sleeping. Also it’s pretty damn fun to play sparkle show with.

I still can’t quite believe it’s actually real and actually there- translation I can’t believe this amazing man wants to marry me. WTF. He is fully aware of my special brand of crazy, and accepts- loves it even enough that he wants to spend the rest of his life with me.

Of course- I do find irony in the fact that a year ago Jane and I started this little blog because we were both wrapping up yet another set of “eh” relationships and figured if we were going to keep up our years and years of bad awful horrible crap relationships we should at least give others a look at the truly humorous side of it. Then we of course both met men who are not complete toolbags and the most amazing thing was we fell for them.