There Has Been A Request

There has been a rather unusual lack of blog fodder so far this week in Chez Green Woman. Fortunately, there have been a few reader requests!

Today's story: How My Husband Proposed

You must first understand that Sean and I had a rather unusual courtship....one which we laughingly refer to as the laziest courtship in the world. Truth be told, we never 'dated' and our relationship was hardly romantic. Rather, we were very, very good friends for almost four years during college, and then one day we came to our senses and realized we were perfect for each other. Once we had confessed our feelings, little actually changed in our day to day interactions. Easy as pie....and also the biggest risk either one of us has ever taken.

As friends, we had long been in the habit of staying up together on Saturday nights to watch SNL, Baywatch and Joe Bob Brigg's Monster Vision together. Quite naturally, we continued this tradition after our relationship changed. Bad TV on Saturday night was sacred...even after I graduated and was forced to move back home into my great grandparents' house.

It was during this time of long-distance trial by fire when we saw what was quite possibly the funniest SNL skit ever. That's right, we saw the original 'Snakes On a Plane!' Now, it was possible that Sean was just a bit tired and punchy that night. Yes, it was a hilarious skit, but that wouldn't explain why he hit the floor in hysterical laughter. Nevertheless, he laughed for probably 20 minutes...and for the rest of the weekend....about those silly fake snakes.

It seemed quite natural that I should then go buy a tacky rubber snake for Sean's next Valentine's Day present.

When the snake made it's second appearance a month or so later in a drawer at my house, I knew we had a game on. From that point on, whoever was in possession of the snake would make a point of hiding it in the other's home....trying for places guaranteed to startle.

While all of this was going on, Sean and I had made some plans for our future. He was to buy a house, then he would propose and we would get married and live happily ever after. (Sean was considerably more settled in a professional position than I was, which is why I was moving back to be with him.) I helped him look for the home, we settled on a charming little ranch house and then...nothing.

I was getting tired of waiting.

One evening, I drove to Columbia, arriving at the house a bit later than usual. I was exhausted, and settled onto the couch with Sean to watch some tv as we talked about our week. I had probably been there for a good two hours when I finally realized I was thirsty. So I got up and went to the fridge.

Where I opened the door to find the snake wrapped around a ring box, with a sign saying, "Will you marry Meeeee?"

I think I was in shock...not expecting this at all....because I just stood there for a while, staring stupidly at the box. I then looked over at Sean, who hadn't moved a single muscle on the couch. He raised his hands into the air and said, "Well?"

I said,"Yes."

And that was that.