I'm going to have to change my angle a little bit

Gentleman Friend and I got engaged. We're getting married in August, which is approximately 6 years from now. (I've become acquainted with Engagement Days, which I think must be similar to Dog Years. Or geological ages.)

So yeah, I'm probably not allowed to tout myself as a bitter spinster anymore. Unless, of course, he leaves me at the altar. At which point it'll be ON, friends. I'm going to cross fingers it doesn't come to that though, phenomenal traffic jumps notwithstanding. I'll have to settle for being a non-Smug Married with an invested interest in Singleton Affairs. And I'll run around smiling coyly and saying things like, "Marriage is just a better way to live" to my single friends. Who will then very rightly shoot me in the face and throw my body off an overpass.

Everything is going swimmingly so far. I am happy and sane and excited. I have a dress, a temple date, and a luncheon venue. My ring is being made (we're redesigning an anniversary band that was my grandmother's). We're not doing a reception, so that's one (or 86) less things to plan. I also have the kick-@$$iest Google Docs planning spreadsheet ever. I could make out with that spreadsheet. I really could.

The dear friends and family who found out first managed to not out me on my blog (much). So thanks to all of you. People have come out of the woodwork offering to help in all manner of ways. All of Gentleman Friend's immense pioneer-stock L**** family has welcomed me very, very generously. I think I liked his grandmother's response best: "You know, there were days when I was so mad at you! I knew 18 months ago you were supposed to get married! So I'm glad it finally worked out like I'd planned."

I also have THIS, which we took just for you. See how dumb this looks, everyone? I hope this will help us all to make better choices. And a better world.

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