This morning I awoke knowing one thing.
One. True. Thing.
The Blogosphere is tighter-lipped than a submarine full of government spooks. With Tourette’s. Wait. What?
(Yeah, I don’t know. It DOES paint a funny picture, though, right? Maybe it’s just me. Meh, roll with it.)
Three short months ago, the planets aligned and delivered me The Boy. Last night, once again, fate knocked on my door.
Scratch that. Fate SHOOK Bloggywood, rattling and rolling until Mommypie finally …
Had I known there was an actual REASON to fold laundry, I’d have tackled the permanent pile on the chair long ago. This, coming from the girl who, just one year ago, wrote THIS defining post …
Will wonders never cease?
If you’re as speechless as I have been all day, and have no idea what I’m talking about, you really should begin HERE — read through the entire post and click the link at the end — and you’ll see how it all went down.
I am dumbfounded. Awestruck. And feeling so incredibly blessed to have found my perfect match.
The Boy? Let’s just say you’ll be seeing a lot more of him. (Oh yeah, And Pa Pie? The broom in the photo above is merely a prop. I had no mop. And no bucket. Or ball or chain.)
As for details … tomorrow, I promise. For now, I’m gonna sit here in this coffee shop, sip my chai, watch the snow come down and fixate on my ring finger.
Life is sweet.