The Reverse Cinderella Story

Tim is a little less than pleased with me, so this better work.  Ya’ll know me, right?  So you know one thing if you know nothing else.  I love myself some Timothy.  Love may even be an understatement.  Yes, I’m going to start pouring it on.  You’ll see why later. Did I mention that I love Tim.  Gosh, how I do.

Tim loves me, too.  So, on a cold day in December also known as Christmas, he gave me some M&Ms.  I smiled.  But I really thought “Da hell???”  Then I looked real close.  See?  Do you see?

My ultra favorite snacks came bearing a message.  Will you….Marry Me?  Then a ring came out of his pocket.   And now we’re getting married.  Because the M&Ms asked and I said Yes.

Ahhh, it was a great day.  A beautiful wonderful day it was, the day we got engaged.  Watching Tim and my dad and my brother sit on the floor and put together Aidan’s toy, having dinner with the family, taking a nap, playing games on the computer.  The best day ever.  Is there music playing in your head?  There should be.  And it should have bells and harps in it.

Then the clock struck 12.  And there must have been something in that salad I ate, because I started being a little, um, un-princess like.  Then a little un-princess like turned into a lot un-princess like.  Then everytime I tried to stop it, it got worse.  And Tim may have wanted to chop my finger off in my sleep and take his ring back.  I think he told that me it was going to make my finger purple just so I would take it off and he could steal it back. 

This behavior continued all the way until Sunday, when Tim took me home and then I said something crazy and the he peeled out of the driveway on two wheels.  Damnit.  I hate when I do him like that.

This post started off really happy didn’t it?  I mean, there was even a picture of M&Ms that beg marriage.  And there was music.  What could be better than that?  A letter.  I need to write a letter:

Dear Future Husband,

I’m sorry for “acting a donkey” (your words) at some points during our most important engagement weekend.  And possibly before.  Okay…and before.  I should learn to avoid those situations, and possibly cut my tongue from my mouth, except it has important taste buds that I may need.  But, I would consider that if it would hurt your feelings less.

Even though there may be some people who will treat you better than I do sometimes, there is no one on this earth that will ever love you more than I do.  Please forgive me by Tuesday.  Thanks.

Love Forever (and ever),

Your Future Wife