He was a real turd about it.
Last week he told me the thing was ready and he needed to pick it up. The jeweler is about 1.5 hours away. Yesterday he disappeared for like 3.5 hours, so I knew something was up. When he finally came home I asked him to make an appointment to go tan, and he said no, he'd planned on having some wine and hanging out together... so I knew something was up. When I got home, there was a bottle of wine in the fridge with a big silver bow on it... so I KNEW something was up... but his buddy was over... and Mike was in the living room all night... so I was like... Okay.. .what's going on?
So it was getting pretty late, and I asked him, "Hey did you pick up the ring today" and he's like.. No I didn't... I didnt' make it up there... and he really convinced me that there was no ring yet, and I was sooo disappointed.
So the night went on, we had done laundry, and were putting the sheets back on teh bed... We finished making the bed, and it's about 11pm, we're getting ready for bed and out of nowhere he gets on his knee and pulls out the velvet box.
I FLIPPED OUT
I think I hit him 4 or 5 times, like "GET OUT OF HERE ARE YOU KIDDING ME??"
So after all the screaming and the hollering, I said Yes, one thousand times yes... we ran into mike's room to show him, and started calling the family.
We didn't get much sleep last night... not much at all