I’ve never cared for the word “engaged”. It makes it sound like, for some length of time, you’re just too busy for anything.
“Want to grab a drink after work at that new place that got written up in that thing?”
“Nah, I’m engaged.”
“Hey I was thinking we should go to a spa and have all our body hair rubbed off with sugar or river rocks or tiny fragments of BBQ potato chip or whatever it is they use now. Friday?”
“No can do. Engaged.”
But we are! Engaged, that is. Nic and I are getting married next summer. Here are the decisions we’ve made about it so far:
– We’re going to have a wedding.
– Probably in the Pacific Northwest.
– There will definitely be hot dogs there.
– I might sing my vows, ideally while wearing a gold sequined bow tie. Maybe red sequins. Either way there’ll be jazz hands. (When I told this to Nic, he didn’t immediately see the genius in it, so I said “UMM…SHOW CHOIR???” as though that would explain everything, but instead he gave me a look identical to the look I give him when he talks to me about computer games.)
this is a picture nic took of me in gig harbor. you can clearly see that i am sleeping, and you can clearly see that i am in the middle of the bed. as we have an ongoing disagreement about JUST WHO is always taking up all the room, this was damning evidence. also, we don’t have any cute pictures of us together as a couple that would be appropriate to post with the news that we’re getting married because we only take pictures of things like jars of pickles, weird art and sneaky pictures of the other one WHILE SHE IS SLEEPING LIKE AN ANGEL.