So I asked her to marry me.
And she said yes.
So we’re getting married.
And I am, by far, the happiest man on the face of the earth. There’s a small child somewhere right now who just got a new toy and is estatic and thinks that he’s the happiest ever, but he’s wrong. So, so wrong.
We’re not getting married super-soon or anything, just going to take some time and enjoy and bask before planning the military operation of happiness that will be our wedding.







