Not the most romantic answer you can give when you are asked the most important question of your life, but that is what I said!How did I get to that answer you ask? Let me tell you.
My fiance (Mr. B) and I were engaged in October, 2007. We woke up to a rainy Saturday, Mr. B ran to get breakfast and he told me to relax. I responded by sitting on the couch and watching the original 90210. If you are told to relax, connecting with old friends Brenda and Donna are in order!
When Mr. B got home, he disappeared into another room. I finally heard him yell, "what is that?!" I freaked out and ran into the hall not knowing where he was (granted our place isn't that big and there aren't too many places to hide, but I had no clue where he was). I finally found him looking in the guest room closet. At first I thought our wonderful cat clawed my clothes, but then I saw it: a big present, and it was all for me.
I lifted it up - it was like 5 pounds! At first I thought it was a book, or books, or something. It was really heavy. I moved over to the guest bed and started to unwrap the beautiful gift. The box was full of wedding magazines, and when I saw a bride on a cover, it clicked -- I am going to be proposed to.
Mr. B was on one knee with a ring in his hand asking me to marry him! My response? I'm in my Pajama's! Mr. B was quick on his feet and replied "do you want to put a ball gown on?"
I just kept repeating, "I'm in my Pajama's!" I did say yes at some point, as the ring is on my finger. I had no idea but when sneaky Mr. B had been out buying breakfast, he had also picked up champagne. After I calmed down, we popped the champagne and called our families to share the news!
(Not the best picture or PJs, but this was it!)
(Mr. B opening champagne and laughing at me! Still shocked I was in my PJs.)
