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2003-06-12 - 10:43 p.m. Cause if a man asks you to go on a picnic, you should just go. I opened my laptop this morning and found a card full of true love. Melt. Yesterday was our ninth anniversary. (Thanks for the happy wishes in the guestbook.) We celebrated in a way I much recommend � Took the day off of work and spent the day doing whatever struck our fancy. Purrrr. After a bit of meandering about Maryland, we called the friendly Tour Guide Genevieve and ask her to give us correct directions to historic Ellicott City. (Trust me, whatever we were doing, while scenic and all companionable, was not getting us to our destination.) Random pick of Tersiguels paid off in fantastic, let me say that again, fantastic French cuisine and a cozy table for two in the garden room. Several more hours were spent rambling through the shops, randomly indulging ourselves and holding hands. Though, lest you think we didn�t think of our friends, let me tell you about the ungifts we carefully didn�t buy.
It was a leisurely ramble, with snuggling and holding hands and more than the requisite mushy stuff to make my heart go pitter pat. We treated ourselves to a soft blanket for two, which was accompanied by free marbles with purchases. A stop at the movies for Finding Nemo - two thumbs way up � then acquiring fixings at Chicken Out for a sunset picnic in the park. Did I ever tell you how we got engaged? The Pennsic before our final year of college. Overachiever Theo person is sick and sniffy and determined to bake all her own bread and make more garb and �. � Meanwhile, our hero, Roland, is determined to propose to his college sweetheart. Engagement ring of emerald and diamond in his possession, he schemes with the best-friend-person, Alisandra, to make it perfect. A plan is hatched. The scene is set � a picnic by the duck pond in the summer twilight. But. Theo won�t go. A picnic? I have to do insert Pennsic prep chore X,Y,Z,A,B,C and I�m sick. A picnic? Not now. Frustrated conferences in the college apartment hallways. Outflanked, our hero and the clueless girlfriend wind northward to Pennsic land. The entire camp, knowing Roland was proposing, was prepared to congratulate them. Finally, the Wednesday of war week, the night of Midnight Madness, Roland has had enough. Enough. This is it. It�s time to propose. However, I, love shopping at War. It�s odd, cause I normally despise shopping in an ungirl like fashion, but I love the Pennsic market. Romantic darkness falls, the market opens, Theo joins the camp group about to head shopping and Roland says� Let�s walk up to the archery range. Partway there, Roland snaps. He has had enough. He turns around and says Willyoumarryme? I stop dead, shocked. And I say, You have got to be kidding. Now, in my head, the entire sentence was �You�ve got to be kidding, you�re asking me now right now, after all these years, in the middle of a camping thing when I haven�t even brushed my teeth today?!?!� But, all our poor hero heard was the word �You�re kidding� and his beautiful face got all sad� Let�s just say, by the time we go completely engaged, we needed a stiff drink, we didn�t go shopping, and Roland was able to hold it against me forever. Another time, you can ask Lis how I forgot to ask her to be my maid of honor. So, the moral of that story is either (a) a man really loves you when he proposes on a day you haven�t brushed, OR (b) if a man asks you to go on a picnic, go. Go cooperatively, peacably, just go! Our ninth anniversary reminded me why I love Roland more each and every day. And he�s lying on the couch looking so peaceful and yummy. �Xcuse me. Gotta go. � � � |