Team of two.

Well, it was a good trip home. Rebecca was in New York for ten days, then ten days in Newfoundland where I finally screwed up my courage and asked Katie if she wanted to get married. Are you ready for some super-cute photos? Brace yourselves.
So, there was a whole super-secret plot that my dad, stepmom, and sisters were involved in to just get the ring in the first place. Then we went out to Bowring Park to "take a picture with the Peter Pan statue." We stopped under the weeping willow near the Bungalow (which Katie stubbornly insisted wasn't actually a weeping willow), and I took the opportunity to ask her.

I think she said yes. Actually, I don't believe I was quite able to get the question out before she said yes. Awww. (My next post is going to have to be all about fluffy adorable kittens if I'm going to keep the level of saccharine sweetness up to this post's levels.)

"What's your problem?" I asked.

And here we are, slightly overexposed under the willow (or whatever the hell it is).

Looks like Friday, August 20, 2010 is the date for the thing. Yes, b'y.

Well, there you have it. A wonderful marriage of convenience love.

Adam
No snotty little quote this time!