Well, friends, we made it. 1.5 years and most of that spent in covid lockdown, we’ve decided we can tolerate one another enough to spend the rest of our lives together.

Not that it should come as a surprise. Scott pretty much moved in with me after covid shut everything down (over a year ago) and then I moved into his place back in the fall and we adopted another dog together. Heck, we even went to look at rings together a few weekends ago.

Turns out said ring was burning a hole in his pocket and he couldn’t wait until our socially distanced OCMD trip at the end of the month to propose, so he dropped the ring in my hand as we were getting into bed the other night. Okay, that’s a lie. Technically, Ziggy dropped the ring into my hand after asking if I’d spend the rest of my life with his papa. It was kind of adorable, even though his paws were wet and muddy from having just been outside.

We’re planning a “low maintenance” wedding at one of the local breweries for this coming October, so I wouldn’t be surprised if you saw more posts from me complaining about how stressed I am (this is why I’ve divided my blog into categories so you can skip my whining if/when you want to - you’re welcome).

All that said, we’ve received a LOT of love from friends and family since announcing our engagement on April Fool’s Day (our timing is great) and we’re looking forward to celebrating with everyone once we’re able. Scott and I are both fully vaccinated now and it seems like most of our guest list will be in good shape come fall, plus we don’t want a long engagement or a huge shindig, so we think we can pull off something safe.

Now I just need to lose 40lbs so I can buy the $64 dress I found online (it’s gonna happen, fam, don’t roll your eyes - I’m already down almost 30lbs since January).