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Be my Cherry forever...

So yesterday was Dalekins and my 4 year anniversary. Aren't we cute :)

Four years of mostly ups, some downs, like Dalekins always finishing the whole bag of Chuckles and only leaving me one measly half a Chuckle to find in the bag, and then telling me “it must be weavels... weavels lovvvvvve chocolate”.


Dalekins: “Whaaaaaaaaaat?” *chocolate covered mouth* “I'll go buy some Doom immediately”

Anyhoo. The man did redeem himself. Dalekins took me for an amazing lunch in a private room in a fancy shmancy restaurant (no I didn't wear my trackie pants). He'd made me the most beautiful video of the four years that we'd been together and then got down on his knee and asked me to marry him.

Actually, I only assume he asked me to marry him, all I heard past looking at the rock in the box was “blah blah yakkety shmakkety” so if he wasn't asking me to marry him, well then SUCKS TO BE HIMMMMMM!

He'll have to pry this ring off my cold dead fingers! :)

I first said “Yes!” Then I said “Wait, is this real?” *suspicious face* Then I looked at the ring under a magnifying glass and banged it hard under my shoe, then I said “Yes!” again!

So we're engaged, what a weird feeling!

I won't be a 70 year old woman with 28 cats anymore! *looks at bulk kitty litter collection dating back from 1980*


I called my dad to tell him. He put the phone down in my ear. Then he called me back after he'd swallowed 2 valium and had a shot of whiskey! “I'm just telling you, pensioners don't pay for weddings!”

Me: “2 Words dad... Vera Wang!”

*slams phone down*

*phones me back”

Daddykins: “Who's this dress maker? Who-Flung-Dung?”

Me: “Vera Wang dadddddddddddddddddddd”

Daddykins: "Pah! I'm leaving the country!"

...and it's a good thing Dalekins bought me a shiny rock! It's his pennance for waking me up at 2:30am on Saturday morning to come and open the outside gate to let him in!

*phone rings*

Me: *confused face* “Harro?”

Dalekins: “ Tashhhhhh shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shhhhhh please come lemmeeeeee in the gattttttte”

Me: “Wheres your remot t t t t t t taaaaaaaaaaaa?”

Dalekins: “I don't know – it's freezing please come save meeee... so... cold...”

Me: *wakes up with hair sticking up all over the show, puts pink poofy gown on and stomps outside into blizzard* *puts on snow goggles* *opens gate and stomps back to the house*

Dalekins: “Hey! Look, I found my remote... it was right here in my pocket all along!”

Me: *blink blink*

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