So I told you last week (or two weeks ago…?) that I had some news. Here goes….
TP will now be my taste tester for life, my eternal guinea pig of strange curries and breads and baked goods. He will put up with my I-have-a-bag-of-white-beans-I-NEED-to-use-experiments (this will be in the vows), and he won’t complain when I suddenly insist on keeping a large bowl on the counter for days on end filled with flour, water and yeast (my attempt at a sour dough starter). He will not, however, permit me to become an extreme couponer, a hoarder of stray animals or tin cans or newspaper, or any other type of person who could one day wind up either on The (I’m Not) Learning Channel or in the loony bin.
Really I can’t think of anyone better for me. He went from being all anti-cat to permitting moments like these to happen regularly — for all the world to see.
So yay! Apparently it wasn’t official until it went to Facebook, but now that it’s in the blogosphere, it’s capital O Official, and we can commence in planning a ceremony that includes songs from the Mannequin soundtrack. You wish I was joking, don’t you?
And since he asked me to marry him, he won’t be mad if I post more pictures of him hanging out with FT on the couch. He’s well aware of all my shenanigans.
So, please don’t be mad if I’m not posting as often. I’ve got a wedding to plan. Suggestions are highly encouraged. Just for fun, feel free to post in the comments one or several songs you think we MUST include in the reception.
Blogwell + TP + Gatos 4 Life (Simba not pictured)