NOTHING can put me in a bad mood today.

I have never had so many DEMANDS for details in my life. I don't really recall being this interested in the specifics of other people's proposals, but maybe that's just me.

SO. Long story short, Todd pretty much came home from work last night and asked me to marry him.

Long story long, Todd came home last night at about 8, which was earlier than suspected. I was on the couch in sweatpants and a tshirt, watching UNC women DESTROY tennessee (I love Ivory Latta). I was briefly on the phone, Todd went in the kitchen and got a beer and a glass of water, which is completely normal. NOTHING WAS SUSPICIOUS.

We sat on the couch for awhile and watched basketball. Todd went in the kitchen. He came back with a rose. I was all "awww, he got me a flower."

NEXT THING I KNOW, he's down on BOTH knees saying he wants to tell me something, and then he HAD A RING BOX. Maybe some of you have felt this way before, but I saw that box and a little voice in the back of my mind was like "oh my god, this is it." There was a lot of talking after that, which is too personal and mushy to share with the internet, but it was definitely one of those I hugged him and forgot to say yes and he had to ask again situations.

ANYWAY, as you can see, the ring is boo-t-full, and I can't believe I'm actually getting married. I was completely suprised, which is exactly what I wanted, and I'm very happy. At first I was too shocked to really process it, but today on the way to work it kind of hit me. It's amazing to think about spending the rest of your life with someone, especially someone you love as much as I love Todd. (Right, Di?)

I'm so lame, I've been looking at the ring all day. I'm still a little in shock.