So, well, the rule was, when I moved in with Todd (aka parallax_view
aka the boyfriend of, err, a few years now), that we would wait at least a year after said moving in before making any long-term, marriage-like commitments. But, well... you know rules. Made to be broken and all that. We've talked about such things... but again with the one year rule. August is close enought to October, right? RIGHT???
So, yeah. Today, in our PJs, his face still slightly swollen from a few hours of oral surgery in the AM, me with my hair a total mess from sleeping on it then throwing it in a bandana without so much as a drag of a comb, with our computers and cats and possibly spider or two as witnesses, he proposed, I accepted (obviously). I am now wearing a ring that once belonged to my Uncle Alan's Aunt Rose, that was passed on to me when she passed away... I don't know if it's real, but it's damn sparkly and that's enough to make me very happy right now. I find the fact that it magically fits, and that I kept it through my move, to be a Sign from the Gods of Sparklies. Perhaps I will post a picture of it... but that probably involves me cleaning my fingernails, and that just sounds like too much work for me right now.
And that's all she wrote, folks. For now.