In The End All That Matters Is That We're Married, Right?

My dream wedding includes a flight to Vegas, a white mini-skirt and Elivs saying, "You may now lay a wet one your babe-a-licious bride. Thank you. Thank you very much."

Rob wants the tux-flowers-poofy white dress toss the boquet experience.

I feel weird saying very intimate vows in front of lots of strangers.

He wants to invite 200 of his nearest and dearest.

How do we meet in the middle? I'm sure we will, but it just seems like SUCH a big job right now.

I got my non-romantic proposal though.

My grandmother offered us her engagement ring to take the stone out of and have reset, so we're going to go do that later today. In the meantime I've been wearing a silver band on my ring finger which we bought the afternoon after we got engaged.

His parents had wanted to see the house we're looking at (we're still in negotiations for the house, but it's looking good). We arranged a showing for Sunday for them. On their way up we were scrambling around cleaning, and in the middle of washing dishes, he said he wanted to be able to tell his parents we were engaged, so he put a bandaid on my finger and drew a diamond on it with a sharpie. And I was happy.