This last Saturday, I woke just before 9:00 am after hearing Michael moving about in the other room, which I thought nothing of--he has erratic sleep patterns. I got up, took my mouth guard out (sexy!), brushed my teeth, washed my face, and combed my hair. I wouldn't normally be this thorough in my grooming upon awaking on Saturday, but I'm really glad I did! Upon my entrance into the living room, I find Michael wagging a spatula in my face, spouting something about staying out of the kitchen. Fine! Fine! Still, I was none the wiser. It wouldn't be the first time he'd cooked me breakfast. What's the big deal?
I plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV to find whatever home improvement show might be on (this is my Saturday morning routine). Minutes later, Michael presents me with a tray of breakfast featuring an omelet (fancy), bacon, juice, coffee, a bloody mary (he knows the key to my heart), and a single white rose. I thought, "How sweet!" But still I didn't know what was actually happening.
Mandy: IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING?
Michael: Oh, it's really happening.
Mandy: Oh my god. [tears welling]
Michael: I love you so much, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
[silence from shear shock and awe]
Mandy: Yes! Yes! YES!
Mandy: Why are you shaking so much? Is it because you don't want to do this?
Michael: No, it's just a really big deal.
[squealing and AAAHHHHHHHHHHHing]