Thursday, February 16, 2012

Three years ago today...

Andrew asked me to marry him.

He had accomplices, and Gab was sneaky and filmed the security cameras.

I said yes.

And no, I didn't fall down, I just didn't know what to do with myself towering over him -- it felt weird, so I got down, then felt dumb and got back up. End result: Lydia looks like a ninny.

Some things never change.

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