I'm getting married!

Last night, Sean and I were coming home after having a few drinks. I was wearing this ridiculous red bobbed wig that I'd bought earlier in the day, and we were holding hands and just talking and laughing and I was desperately trying to flag down a cab so we could avoid walking the whole ten minutes to his place. We'd had a really great day together, just drinking each other in, and I felt so completely happy. We were walking along the harbour, right across from Victoria's Parliament Building, which is beautiful at night because it's all lit up and it reflects on the water. We kissed a bit on the corner and told each other how much we love each other, and suddenly Sean said, "I had this whole big plan but..." and the rest is a blur. He got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I'm pretty sure I said yes. I think I asked him if he was serious two or three times. I told him to ask me again the next day so I'd know it wasn't the drinks. He asked me as soon as I woke up.

I'm so happy. I love this man so much. I am feeling so grateful to the universe for introducing me to my best friend, and I can't wait to start the rest of our lives together.

Update from the invisible woman!!!

I know...I've disappeared. I've probably lost all of the regular readers I had, but if some of you still check in from time to time....I'M SORRY!!!!

So...maybe I'll try writing more frequently soon. I feel a bit like I've been caught up in a tornado. A tornado of LOVE ;-)

Yes, still deeply in it. It's a miracle, I know. Who'da thunk that little old permanently single and cynical me would finally meet my match? I sure as hell didn't. But, despite all of my weird and annoying quirks, this man seems to really, really like me. I feel like Sally Field on Oscar night. He's funnnnnnnnnny...smart, kind, cool, interesting, patient, handsome, communicative...and a whole lot of other things I'm not going to discuss on a public site, but allllll good. I'm having fun. We're in love. We're moving in together in April and then heading to Mexico for a week as soon as the furniture arranging is complete. My son and he get along. No weirdness...nothing. Well, nothing between THEM.

The kid...well, he is still a source of much happiness and hilarity....maybe not so much happiness today, but definitely hilarity. I got called into the principal's office this afternoon and told by him, in the kind of grave voice one uses to tell someone her house burned down or her husband has run off to Cuba with his secretary, that my beloved angelic 7-year old child is suspended for two days.

What, you ask, could a seven year old boy possibly have done to merit such a severe punishment?

He MOONED his class.

I know.

You try not laughing when someone tells you that with an expression normally reserved for funeral parlours . But apparently, this is a VERY SERIOUS MATTER that the principal is VERY, VERY CONCERNED ABOUT.

So, the kid and I will be home for the next two days. Fortunately my boss has a sense of humour and laughed when I told him, and I can work from home. I will be mocked for months over my juvenile delinquent.

The tv, the Gameboy, the portable dvd player? All off limits, indefinitely. I'm not excusing the behaviour, but I'm trying to keep it in perspective. I hate to be too "boys will be boys" about this, but ummmmm....I knew some boys like this when I was a kid, and a few of them actually became reasonably productive members of society. I'm not quite ready to throw in the towel yet.

Tomorrow my pride and joy will be working on the mountain of homework that we were sent home with. On Friday morning I have an 8:30 appointment to discuss the boy's inappropriate behaviour. The school counsellor will be joining us. Anyone envious NOW? I called my mom for some sympathy and she dropped the phone because she was laughing so hard.

Aye yi yi. I'm too old for this shit.