It's for frickin' real, yes.

I really and truly am engaged. To be married.

Ambrose asked me on Thursday, to my utter surprise, joy, shock, and general gooey-emotionalness. In fact, he told several people a couple of outright lies in order to ensure the secrecy of his asking date. It worked.

I didn't say a word for nearly ten minutes.

If that isn't proof of my shock, then I don't know what would be. Anyway. I feel rather strange about putting this on the blog, but then again I think that pretty much everyone knows already. I just decided that there wasn't any reason why the blog couldn't share in the moment of grand importance. So there it is, then.

Queer as a football bat.

Sean says that I should write, and then he says that when I do it sounds like me.

So which does he want?