The Doc and I had the following email exchange yesterday: The Doc: I just noticed, I can't find your England Report on your blog, you say you will tell people what happened but I can't find the actual info
Teru: Hmm, I should put that up, shouldn't I
The Doc: Only if you want to go into details about your booty call ;-)
Teru: Hmmm, I'm still uncertain about how much information I want to share on the web. It might get me more readers though :)
The Doc: Don't mind what you tell people, let them know how badly I was at sex, I don't care... tell them how you got ill and had to be cared for. tell them about the time I ran out of money and had to ask for NTL to put my money back into my account. you have my consent.
Anything you want. But most importantly of all you MUST tell people how much I love you, and how much I smiled and how much we kissed in public.
Oh and don't forget the meet and the reading bit. Since he said I could tell all, so ...
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When Spouse and I first thought about living near each other, I was working on a graduate program so really needed to stay in the US. Plus I had an old cat that I was NOT going to chip, which would mean 6 months quarantine. It seemed like things would be easier for him to come here, plus he has more transferable work skills.
Then I did some research and found the only way we would be able to get him here, barring some miracle of an employer in the area leaping at the chance to sponsor him, was to get married. I'm not really a pro-marriage person, but I figured since the idea was to be together anyway, we might as well. And yeah, my proposal to him was just that romantic :)