So if you haven't heard already, I'm getting married.
Let me try that again.
I'm getting married!
Sorry. Exclamation marks don't come naturally to me, but some situations warrant them.
Shortly before Easter I gave Fiancée (née Girlfriend) a ring. Some people brag about how much their engagement rings cost; we're the sort to brag that I got this ring from my mother and only had to pay to get it resized. It looks like this:
Is it weird for a guy to show off an engagement ring? I'll stop.
As it happened, we were soon to see both our sets of parents over the Easter holiday, so we naturally held off on telling the internet at large until we had told our immediate families.
But since I mentioned Easter, I'm sure what you're really wondering is whether I colored any interesting eggs. In fact, Fiancée introduced me to the use of rubber bands in egg-coloring. This allowed some stripy experiments.
Here is Fiancée's, which I'm sure everyone recognizes as the flag of Scania. (That's not actually what she was going for.) I, on the other hand, didn't have the discipline for straight lines. I did this:
It's not the flag of anywhere.
Then I did this, though:
That's actually my attempt to reproduce a sunset that Fiancée and I saw through the tree branches when we went out for a walk to discuss how hard it is to get my whole family in one room at the same time. Because we had been staying with my parents for a full day at this point and an opportunity still hadn't presented itself to tell them that we were engaged. In fairness, this was because my sister was laid out from an adult tonsilectomy and spent most of the day unconscious, and my dad was at church the whole day on account of him running the church's music program. We toyed with the idea of writing "We're getting married" on the eggs and letting my family find out that way, but decided against it because that would be bad.
We finally got the news to them the next day after everyone was home from the Easter service. Everyone was suitably excited. And a few days later, after we had told Fiancée's parents (with much less logistical difficulty), everyone was suitably excited again.
Anyway, now you know, whoever you are.
