Again, don't misunderstand; I love pearls, and have never had real ones. They are gorgeous and are going to look great with almost anything, but that is not an engagement ring! I really wish he would stop leading me on with this stuff. I told a friend that if it weren't for the fact that it would feel like I was stealing something from him, I would just say, "Hey! I love you, and I know you love me. So here's the deal, we are getting married. Meet me here, on this date, at this time. I'll be right behind you, coming down the long aisle. You can't miss me, I'll be the one in the white dress... looking super gorgeous. Now, give me money, and have a great day." Sadly, it can't be that easy. He has to ask my dad, and then apparently my mom (his idea), an THEN me. Then I tell the world, haha.
Also, we didn't do what I wanted to do ( except go to church, the park for a few minutes, and start a game of RISK we didn't finish... because he just HAD to play his game... have I mentioned I can't STAND that game??) I wanted to go to the Carnegie Library because there was an awesome art show going on there... nope. I wanted to go get our couch, so I could feel like I have a living room... nope. I wanted to go to Applebee's for dinner... nope, we got pizza for lunch instead. That last one wouldn't be so bad, except he told me the plan was to go to Applebee's for dinner, and when he asked what I wanted for lunch (i said Arby's) he decided to get what HE wanted. Ugh... men, I doubt they'll ever get it. I guess my left hand will just keep looking like this:
