Did you guys know the world is ending in 2012? Where have I been? The Mayan Calendar is ending. The poles are going to switch. The sun is going to implode. (Or explode? I'm never really sure how that one works). Old Faithful's going to vomit dust and ash, block out the sun and freeze us all out.
I went out with the two girls at work I love most dearly, and while we were sitting in North Portland at a trendy little Mexican restaurant (it may have been a tequila bar), Amber drops the World-is-ending-in-2012 bomb on me.(Stay away from the Habanero Blueberry Sorbet by the way. Your mouth will burn for hours).
Thanks for the memo. As if I don't have enough to accomplish in the next two years in wrapping up school and finding the job of my dreams, now I'll have to get EVERYTHING on my list accomplished.
Shoes will not be pleased by this sudden turn of events. I am fairly sure (or absolutely confident - either one) he does not want to have children yet. I'm pretty sure (or absolutely confident) I need to get married first.
Good thing for me, there's been a little ring talk lately.
Nope, that's all you get. Secrets are (mostly) secrets with me. And unless you want to drive to Portland to have a little Lisa time (sure, I'll take you to the tequila bar, or, if tequila's not your thing, I have lots of other ideas), you may get the details.
Ok, I will say this, if only because I adore Shoes and having him as my "upgrade" is the most amazing blessing ever. I have NO idea why this smart, smart, smart, uber witty, supremely loving man is dating me. I'm gushing, I know, which he would hate, but it's true.
True LOVE that is.
Back to my point: I will say that it's possible that over the 4th of July weekend when I flew up to Eastern Washington to be with Shoe's family, I MAY have gone out to lunch with Shoes' mom, who MAY have asked some pretty pointed questions about ring cut (following a conversation I had with Shoes that left him a little befuddled). She MAY have gone back to Shoes and told him to spend 3 months salary on the ring. (Thanks, Gretchen!!)
All of that's just icing.
The ridiculously sweet dessert (and I'm not referring to Habenero Blueberry Sorbet) is that I get to talk ring cuts, future, babies, house, suburban, dog, life with this man.
So, if the Mayans help move that along ... more power to them.
I kind of hope they're wrong, though.