So I was having my normal day, up way too early, working, etc, and Phil kept sending me nice text messages. I mean, not that he’s not normally nice, but just a lot of messages. He asked what my workload was like for the day, and I told him that it was heavy but that I’d try to free up some time this evening for us to spend some time together (I haven’t been feeling well the last day or two and have been a bit cranky). He said that would be great and said we should go to dinner.
Ok, fiiiine. I was a bit suspicious.
So back I went to doing writerly things, not so much writing as engaging in some ruthless editing that was endlessly frustrating as I was destroying my own work and repeatedly redoing it. Since I hadn’t gotten much sleep, and since we were going to dinner, I decided to take my afternoon nap a bit early. I have to nap every day, see. Oh, it’s not for ME. When I’m in the house, Brinkley is constantly around me. If he doesn’t get his afternoon nap, he seriously turns into a jerk, but if I’m up and active, he won’t sleep. So I have to nap, so the dog will nap. You understand.
So anyway, I laid down for my nap and woke up around 2 something and went to go to the bathroom, but Phil was in the bathroom, which was totally weird, since he wasn’t supposed to be home from work yet. I was bummed because I was planning to shower and fix myself up a bit before he got home, but as it was, I was in underwear and a salvation army t-shirt that must be from the 70s, which has a big sparkly decal saying “I’m not fat, nature just overdid a good thing!”
So I questioned why he was home early and he was evasive, but whatever, I told him I’d get around to showering and we could go to an early dinner a little later. I was walking through the living room when my phone rang with a number I didn’t recognize:
(there’s a video here, click through your feedreader if you can’t see it)
The video’s been edited a bit, thank god, but unfortunately you can hear that my initial response was “Oh shit!” and if you listen closely, you can hear me say, “I’m not even wearing any pants!”
And upon the asking of the question, I turned and Phil was down on one knee holding out the ring, which was lovely of course.
I then had to call everyone I’d ever met, and my parents were not especially surprised, since Phil, being a traditional sort, had already spoken to my father and asked for his blessing on the matter.
Then we went to dinner, and I had chocolate cake first.
And here is a better picture of the ring, as well:
You can click to make it bigger, and please excuse my bra strap. Wearing diamonds doesn’t make a girl any more classy, unfortunately.
Anyway, there is no date yet, but we will be planning the most Nerdfightery of Nerdfighter weddings possible.
Thank you very much to John Green for his enthusiastic participation, it was really, really awesome, and thanks to all the Nerdfighters who have added their congratulations here, on Twitter and on YouTube.
PS – The blog doesn’t seem to be accepting comments at the moment, due to a crazy Nerdfigher influx. Sorry for the inconvenience, I’ll get it straighted out soon.
PPS – I will be responding to each and every comment and Twitter message and Twitter follow, please just give me a little time to, you know, pay attention to Phil, whose existence I seem to keep forgetting.
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