Two weeks after securing the ring, Monsieur P got an email from the jeweler saying the ring was in! Prior to the email, he had had an elaborate plan for a scavenger hunt, and having other people involved in the proposal, for a couple months from then. But after the email, he thought realistically about the kind of person I am, and decided I would be more likely to get frustrated and stomp off to pout than to catch on and go through the motions eagerly anticipating a proposal at the end. Sometimes, this man knows me better than I know myself, I swear. I’m not that patient, and I HATE the spotlight and pressure being on me and only me.
Beautiful flash mob proposal? Definitely NOT for me.
So… he needed a new plan. And who better to ask than MOH PT? Not only did she know every in and out of my ring preferences, of course she knew my proposal preferences as well.
MOH PT suggested using one of our then-three furbabies to pop the question, based on this Fancy Feast commercial. Monsieur P played and replayed the video and decided it was perfect. He left work and headed to Petco to get a collar and new tag.
I, on the other hand, was having a completely typical, brutal Monday of work 7-3:30 and class 6:30-9:30. On my drive home, I decided to call Monsieur P and see if he wanted me to bring home dinner, because I surely didn’t feel like cooking after a long day like that. He told me that he had already picked up Subway sandwiches, so I breathed a sigh of relief that I could go straight home and not have to cook. I don’t remember what else we talked about, but I remember him being super hyper and giggly. At one point I even asked him what was up with him and if he was drunk! He wasn’t of course, but I didn’t know that it was nervous anticipation that was making him so giddy.