Cat's out of the bag...

Thursday night we had a bit of a revelation...
While the usual fights do happen to everyone, I'm constantly tired of being the one that says sorry. So, a few weeks back I told Steven that he has to fix it...no more of me just crawling back...the ball's in his court!

Know what he did with that ball?! Came up with this scheme...this idea...this gift...

I'm not supposed to know what I do, but because (as he claims) I "stressed him out making him clean his closet and gave him vodka" I do know. Before I let you know what it is...I'm going to clarify the assumption he made toward me.

See...we live in this tiny little house...honestly...420 square feet. There's two adults, a dog, and a cat...and we're adding a baby!? Holy cow...anyways..I've been very adament about cleaning out our clothes and getting rid of the things we don't wear because we really need to make room for our little BUG! Well, this is a super easy task for me...I don't hold an emotional attachment to my clothes...but for Steven, well, it's another story!

He indeed poured himself a mixed drink of vodka and some juice to take this task into his hands while I sat and observed...he was freaking out...worried that one measely t-shirt was going to be life or death for him! Newsflash: he survived!!! :)

But alas, once all the madness was done, he continued to inform me that he's going to take my father out to dinner and ask for my hand.... NO NO, not marriage, we've both been there and done that and aren't looking for that road anytime soon. Rather, he wants to ask for my hand in promise...in the promise to love me forever and be my best friend, my love, my everything! How freakin' sweet is that?!

So, today, he bought a ring...and tomorrow is the faithful dinner...

*sigh*

Oh, and this loving man brought me a rose today at work...simply because he could....