Yesterday afternoon at approximately 2:10 pm, on our way to grab lunch at Nick's Crispy Tacos, Jeff (and his unwashed bedhead) stopped on the sidewalk in the middle of Polk Street and asked me to marry him.
"Are you serious?" I asked.
He nodded and I said yes.
Then we went and ate lunch. He had a chicken taco and a veggie taco Nick's way and I had a taco salad with grilled fish. One day I might want to know that, so I'm writing it down.
When we got home, I put on my great-grandmother's sister's engagement ring. What good is being engaged if you can't shout it to the world with a shiny rock on your fourth finger?
The long term plan is to design a ring around this diamond and some of the stones from Jeff's mom's engagement ring and so we're off to go window shopping today for ideas.