Mama didn’t even know Randy proposed because he asked her to marry him right in the middle of chocolate cake.
And mom was kind of having a sugar-induced black out euphoria sort of thing, and didn’t register anything besides chocolate-y goodness. And the fact that Randy was down on one knee in front of her, but probably just to retrieve a dropped fork, as who does a proposal during the climax of the meal?
So seriously, how Mama got engaged after that little fiasco is beyond me.
I, on the other hand, would be on my best behavior during a proposal. Like, I would listen with both ears and everything. I can’t promise you what my eyes would be doing, as looking for the diamond might be too much of a temptation to control. But I will know exactly what you said and how you said it, and I’d gladly trade in a piece of chocolate cake for a diamond ring.
However, we may have to negotiate on the mashed potatoes.
So, you know, if there be any proposals in the making by anyone in particular, I’d like him to know I am 100% prepared for anything. Even if a strip-o-gram is involved.
And my ring size is 7.
Just sayin’. In case.
