The Engagement Fart
By baddestmotherever on March 23, 2013
We had been together for about four years when we decided to marry. There was no official proposal. Our decision to get married was made over chicken quesadillas on a Tuesday night. It was more of a, “We could get married. I guess? Pass the salsa. Yeah, OK” kind of magic moment. Bwahahaha….my spellchecker just suggested “peccadilloes” instead of “quesadillas.” If only, word processing gods, if only.
I was tasked with picking out my own ring, because, y’know…it was so much trouble. Meh. I found one I loved and we ordered it from a guy I knew. I didn’t know how long it would take to make, so I wasn’t really looking for it anytime specific. Romance just oooooozes from this story, right??? Ours was a passion built on discounted Mexican food.
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