The building maintenance man at my current temp job just proposed. I suggested a Vegas wedding. I knew that someone would propose soon after I declared eternal singledom…works everytime, my friends.
Also…I had a very Bridget Jones/Daniel Cleaver moment just before the proprosal (butI’mnotgoingtoblogaboutitjustyet). I just want to tease you a little.
My sister, Alayne, and her fiance, D-man, arrived back in London yesterday. I am no longer a lost little orphan wandering the cold, damp streets of London looking for someone to love me, or at least give some scraps of food.