Decent Proposal

Back when I was 20, I married The Punk’s father. I wasn’t asked, we just thought it would be “fun”. It was for the first few years anyway. We honeymooned at Cedar Point. What the hell. We were still kids, loved to party, blah blah blah.

So imagine 22 years later when The Man asks if I’m happy and I say “Yes, very.” Then he asks if I could be any happier. “Yes, if we lived in the country”. And THEN he drops on one knee and formally proposes marriage to me. With real diamonds and everything. I’m SURE it didn’t come from Service Merchandise like my first engagement/wedding ring did! Even though I KNOW I swore I would never marry again, this one won my heart, mind and especially my body, so I said “YES” without any reserves or regrets.

My first marriage we drove to Ohio and I put my wedding announcement on the wall of some obscure, out-of-the-way gas station bathroom. My mother called me the following day to tell me that she SAW my Wedding Announcement. WHAT THE…..

This time, I don’t know which bathroom wall to write it on. I didn’t intend my mom to read the first one, so it will have to be one that I don’t intend for her to read either. Perhaps in Indiana this time? Are you reading mom?