Posted 08-06-2003 at 07:16:03
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....propogated on me by my daughter last night. She come home late enough that I was not in my right mind anyway, half asleep, flashing a diamond at me the size of Maine.
Paul asked me to MARRY him!
Oh horse pucky, he couldn't afford a ring like that. That's bound to be a zirconia, I say.
Oh, no, mom, this is his great grandmothers antique ring. He didn't buy it, his mother gave it to him, to give to me so that he could propose.
Well then I say, she's crazy as you are.
Paul's going to come over and ask daddy formally tomorrow.
He's crazy too, your daddy is going to tell him you have to wait at least two years.
He knows that, he just wanted to propose now.
She left me with these thoughts in my head while I drifted off to sleep.
I wake up this morning and find a note tucked under the keyboard...
Mom it was all a big joke...this is Wendy's ring, she loaned it to me to play this joke on you, please don't be too mad at me.
Mad? A lot of emotions went through my mind, least of all 'mad'...the biggest one was.....WHY?????
The things kids do for fun.
She says she was preparing me for the inevitable. To see how I would react.