One fine day I came home from work and plopped my bag down. Kristy was working very hard
out in the yard, and wanted some company. I was highly distracted and wanting nothing more than to sit down and have
that forbidden beer I'd been pondering all week. We sat, chatted about our day, and Kristy kept offering to do things.
As nightfall started Kristy got fairly fidgety as we sat on our back porch enjoying our lovely yard. I thought maybe
she had to pee.
I noticed her playing with her pockets, not a normal habit that I've come to notice.
Though I've been known to be fairly dense at times. She kept shifting the conversation in the way that I tend to do
when anxious and unmedicated, and I finally said,
"Why the hell do you keep fidgeting with your damn pocket?"
She looked at me like she'd been caught, then kneeled down,
Ever the romantic that I am,
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I was wondering if, maybe, you would think about getting married."
"What?"
And there she was holding the ring she'd been playing with all evening.
"Are you fucking serious?"
I hugged her and we stared at each other and I pulled out the ring.
"Are you going to answer me?"
"Of course I'll marry you..."
