I try to fill the voids with witty sarcasm and relatable anecdotes, but really, there's not much in the way of rousing content. Like a party mix made almost entirely of pretzels.
Not that I'm letting down a multitude of followers, but I do strive to be a better blogger (she says in every blog post). Maybe one day, when I'm a grown up, with better time management skills.
Onto bigger things...
My application is officially in for the Radiography program, which means a steady stream of anxiety until I get my acceptance/ denial letter.
OH, AND I'M GETTING MARRIED.
Ken proposed on Tuesday, December 13th. LUCKY 13. He took me to the beach where he asked me to be his girlfriend seven (plus) years ago. There was a meteor shower that night, but you would never have known, because the fog was so dense you could barely see your hand in front of your face. But it didn't matter. The rapture could have descended and I wouldn't have known.
Yes, I knew he was going to propose. Yes, he asked my dad's permission. And yes, he got down on one knee. Oh and yes, you're absolutely right, the ring is stunning. I never knew such love for an inanimate object could exist. But really, it's so much more than a ring, isn't it.
We're obviously thrilled. I know I personally could not be happier about not having to call Ken my boyfriend anymore.
I haven't figured out just how traditional a bride I am, but I'm sure there will be a handful of wedding-related posts to come.
HAPPIEST NEW YEAR.
Here's to a wonderful 2017.