Have You the Wing?

Remember that time Sam invited 30 people to our house for a pizza party and "forgot" to tell me? Oh, I do. He's actually done that more than once: the telling people things before he tells me or lets me know that he's telling people. Which is why it should not have come as a surprise that two people called me yesterday to congratulate me on my engagement when I wasn't aware that THAT particular cat was out of the bag. So yeah. We're getting married this summer. Isn't that weird? And apparently, after seven years of telling people that we would probably never do this unless a baby was on the way, let me go ahead and say: NO, I'M NOT PREGNANT. It's just...time, that's all.

And also, there is no diamond ring as of yet--People, I just got through explaining why I don't want anything on my finger that is either a) made of Titanium or b) able to open or carve anything with a flick of a switch. So, I'm pretty lucky if I get a Clown Shirt at this point. This is Sam we're talking about.

Come on, I'm kidding.I am getting a ring. I get to pick it out, I think. But that's another story for another day.



P.S. Please don't call my mom until after 8:30 (she doesn't know yet)
P.P.S. Still no dang puppies