Leaving work that evening my cell phone rang, which is pretty unusual in these days of texting. It was my boyfriend, telling me he was going to be late coming home. He got pulled over on his way home and (OOPS) his registration was expired because he was too lazy to re-register his car, so he got towed. He was waiting on the side of the road about an hour and a half away from where I was currently leaving work so a friend was going to come pick him up and give him a ride back to the office. From there, he would have to take a company van home and then at some point that week register his car so he could pick it up and drive it home. I couldn't hide my aggravation at the fact that the tickets he now had to pay could have been avoided if he had just registered his car when he needed to. I think I said something snippy like "well, you learned that lesson and won't make the same mistake in the future, huh?" I drove home just as snippy but resigned myself to the fact that what happened was done and from here on out we try to avoid unsightly expenses at all costs. What a day...
So I come home from work, irritated and needing to get some school work done. However, I have an apartment to clean: dirty dishes, litter box, empty the dishwasher, and cook dinner since my boyfriend will not be home to help. After all that is done, I can start my school work. It is the last week of my quarter: I have a quiz to take, chapters to read, discussion question answers to post, responses to give to other learners, and a paper to finish. All of this is due on Friday. Awesome.
So I get to work, cleaning and finally cooking. I don't even remember what I made that night. My boyfriend got home about 7:30 pm. We ate, we discussed the crappy situation at hand with his car. After dinner, I went into the bathroom and when I came walking out I saw something brown sitting on top of my dark blue comforter of my bed, on MY side of the bed, mind you. I said "what is this?!" My boyfriend came into the bedroom to look and said "That would be cat shit". Awesome. We just got a kitten on November 28th and the kitten has never gone to the bathroom anywhere but his litter box since...except for Monday, December 7th. I was FURIOUS. We had just started letting him into the bedroom during the hours we were home, and while I was cooking and cleaning he went in and shat on my side of the bed. Livid does not begin to describe how I was feeling at that moment...I looked at my boyfriend in despair and said "what else is going to happen today?"
Finally after my boyfriend cleaned up the cat mess I sat down in the recliner to do some school work. I was highlighting in my textbook for about 10 minutes when all of a sudden my boyfriend came over and squatted/knelt down next to my chair. I looked over, think I said "what's up?" Then I noticed the small red box in his hand...and I think I stopped breathing. My body just went into shock and I think I kept saying, "oh my God...really?? Are you kidding? Is this really happening? Are you SURE!?" And he opened the ring box and inside was this gorgeous sparkling stone, a round solitaire diamond set high in a gold band, absolutely breathtaking and I grabbed it out of the box to put it on myself and it didn't fit...so I put it on my pinkie and he said "will you marry me?" and of course I said YES!
