Engage!

engage!,
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Not sure if I told this story already, but I thought it might be nice to tell it again. The story of when I found my engagement ring. (NOT pictured above. I just thought it was cute.)

I had traveled with Glenn and his family across country to Arizona/Nevada. That is to say, NINETEEN HOURS in an SUV with his parents, one of his sisters and her friend. FOR NINETEEN HOURS. Now, as you might recall, I get motion sickness quite easily. However because I was completely nervous and frazzled due to the fact that I really hadn't spent much time with his family yet, it quelled my motion sickness. So, off we went to Arizona! The drive went well. Although we couldn't sleep too good. The wedding was wonderful, we played in the game room of the casino, got an Alf doll and then gave away the rest of our tickets.

Glenn was an usher in the wedding and looked SO DAMN HOT!!! I do have a few pictures, but don't want to be held responsible for burning a hole in my tiny curve of the internet. The only thing that dented his hotness was when he dragged me out onto the dance floor to dance the Macarena. I hate that song. With a passion. And he knew it.

So, driving back...we stop at this aunt's house to relax before the long trip. It was a BEAUTIFUL adobe house, lots of stenciling, and set looked gorgeous sitting in the dessert. Glenn was playing a computer game on a laptop, and I went to pull out a book or walkman, when I noticed a small black case sitting atop all of our stuff in the bag.

I talked myself out of thinking it was a ring. How could it be? It must have been the cufflinks that went w/ his tux. And I better check now before we le- and OMIGOD OMIGOD OMIGOD OMIGOD. It wasn't cufflinks. It was the exact ring that I knew I was going to get, ever since I was little. I found out later that it was his grandmother's and had been given to him that weekend by her. I quietly glanced up at Glenn, who was still clicking away. Put the case back in the bag, got up, said I was going to go for a walk. Then I told his mom that her son wasn't very good at hiding things, and walked outside. She caught up with me. By this point, I was crying. She asked if those were tears of happiness. I think I managed to nod. Then, I proceeded to walk around the house to cool off.

I was halfway around the house when I noticed that a certain tall, dark and handsome boy trying to catch up to me. I waited. We talked. We weren't ready yet, but we were excited and hopeful.
When we got home, he re-hid the ring and I never looked for it again.

It came out of hiding two months later.