Went out to buy shelves on Saturday with the MD of C, and came home with two bags of pig feed and an engagement ring. Cause that's how we roll!
I'm excited, happy, joyous, and free, and very much in love. The next thirty or forty years might not be enough time . . . to love this man who makes me laugh, laughs at my jokes, gives me love, shelters me, celebrates me, and "gets" me. Wish us well, my friends. Life's next chapter should be amazing!

My fiance is a great hairdresser!

Took him hours to get me to look like this. But what can I say; he's a perfectionist.
Good-lookin', too, and doesn't hog the limelight. (He leaves that to me.)
Yes, that is a giraffe in the background. What can I say? We enjoy it, the giraffe enjoys it . . . just don't tell PETA.


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Owl; ditto! Thanks for the good wishes!
*sniff*
Another one bites the dust.
*sniff*
How very very very very very wonderful!!!!
Can I come to the wedding? Or, at least the party afterwards?
Wonderful! Fabulous! Very cool!
congrats!
@Duane, darlin', don't cry. Can we still be friends?
@wakingupslowly; of course!
@Deborah; yep-- I think you'd probably agree, when it's right, you know it.
@Roger; they say 40 is the old age of youth, and 50 is the youth of old age, and when the 50s coincide with falling in love, it's pretty special, and I know you'd agree! Thanks.
@ gracielou; merci beaucoup!