Sorry, boys!

All right, I can finally make ONE announcement…

After seven and a half years of dating, Peter and I have finally accepted that we’re just damn well stuck with each other.

He proposed at the Sharks game last night, after wooing me with a new jersey and three beers. :)(Forunately, the Sharks won the game)

I knew it was coming but he wouldn’t let me announce it until we had the ring (which of course took FOREVER to get resized and have my great-grandmother’s stone put in the setting). 😉

We’re already arguing over how “no, Carolyn, we cannot base the wedding location SOLELY on whether there are good riding roads nearby”…(oh, but I just realized he never said anything about the *honeymoon* location…. )

[…and yes, Karl, you were right. 😉 ]