Foiled

Chocolate bars are one of my most favourite things in life.  And puppies.  Don't forget the puppies.  Oh, if the world were full of chocolate bars and puppies, it would be a soft and delicious place!

Anyway...

You know how a Caramilk bar has that very fine layer of gold coloured foil with a thin paper backing?  A patient person can easily peel the two layers apart.  I am one of those patient people and often find myself doing fidgety things like this.

If you know me well, you'll also know that I get a kick out of teasing people, which is what I was doing the day that I was practising my foil peeling.  I carefully peeled back the foil from the paper - ever so gently so that it wouldn't rip.  I then cut my foil prize into three pieces and skillfully rolled each piece into a fine wire.  The wires, I intricately braided together to form a delicate band, which I then shaped into a ring.  I was well aware of the teasing my BF was getting from his family about getting married, and thought that it was high time to do some well placed teasing of my own.  Crafting my little ring in plain view of my BF, I made sure to have an audience so that my skills wouldn't go to waste.  Did I mention that we were sitting at his parents' kitchen table?  I was well pleased with the outcome of the ring, and the effects it had on my BF.  I really am a jerk, aren't I?!  Hahaha

This was months and months and months ago now, and it has become just another one of those things that we do.  I have amassed quite an assortment of rings made of chocolate bar and candy wrapper foil, (sadly, more than a few of them have met their demise in the big round filing bin), so it came as no surprise to see Dave forming a new ring with the blue foil of a Mentos wrapper the other night.



He quickly twirled the foil together.  Showing me a sorry looking blob of blue and silver that you couldn't pass off as a ring to a blind man, he said to me, 'you like?'  Giving him a disproving look as I glanced over from the tv, I replied 'Davey....  It's not even round.  I love you, but if you're going to give me a ring, you've gotta do better than that.'  Dave grumbled something about not having a long enough piece of foil, and went back to work; I continued watching tv.

 A few minutes later he showed me the much improved ring.  'How about now?', he asked.
'Much better.'
'Well, hold out your hand then.' And I did; humouring him, because I really just wanted to keep watching the show that was on.
'What finger does it go on again?'
'Davey', I said, 'if you don't know the answer to that by now-'
'I know, I know!  Just joking with ya, geez... don't think I know what finger it goes on....'

I can't say that the show I was watching was even any good, but, once again, I wasn't really paying attention to Dave when he put the ring on my finger and asked, 'Amy, will you marry me?'

Quickly glancing at him to give him 'the look', (we've been over this quite a few times - obviously I'd say yes when he finally asked me for real), I saw there on my finger, not the blue ring made of foil as I expected, but the metallic glint of gold and a shimmer of diamonds.

The real thing.

THE REAL THING!

I had no idea where it came from, but there it was.  And there he was, smiling at me, waiting for a response.  My heart leapt out of my chest, and I believe my reply was something like, 'I'm so confused.  What just happened?!',  as I sat there with my jaw on the ground.  It was something that I knew I should be expecting to happen, but obviously I wasn't very prepared!

I won't keep you in suspense any longer, I did say yes to him.  'Yes' and 'I love you' were about the only words I could think of at the time.  And then we sat there on the couch grinning like fools for the rest of the night.

Unbelievable.

So there you go.  I no longer have a BF, but a fiance.

AHH!!

ps.  Dave says that his part is done now; the rest is up to me.  We'll see about that.  :P