Bingo Bango Bongo

Hello to you all! All 2 of you reading this! ;-) I hope you are doing well and are having a great summer. Mine started off pretty crappy but things have most definitely gotten better!! For example, I have a new love! His name is Elvis and he's the bestest doggy in the whole wide world... but I digress.

So a lot of friends and people around have been having momentous occasions in their life such as engagements, weddings, and babies. It made me happy for them, but I must admit- the green jealousy monster certainly rears it's head every now and then. But then again, I like to think and plan (as every girl does- and if you say you don't, you are a dirty filthy liar!) about how these monumental moments will happen for me! And it's not a question of IF, it is a question of WHEN! To be honest, I'm getting very impatient! ;-) But enough whining about being single. As the 4th of July approaches, my window to get engaged is getting smaller and smaller. It is here that I would like to share my ideal story of how I'd like my engagement proposal to occur (now I realize for those of you rolling your eyes that it most likely won't happen this way, but a girl can dream! And what's life without a few dreams? I'll tell you what it is- a pile of shit! So quit rolling your eyes and enjoy it, dammit!!). Here goes! ;-)

It's the 4th of July and  my boyfriend and I have been dating for (insert time period here). We are madly in love with one another and are on our way to watch the fireworks together. We laugh and talk and hold hands as we wait for the fireworks to start. We find a great view on the bridge and he puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me in. The fireworks begin and we "Oh" and "Aw" over the beautiful sight. About half way through he removes his arm from around me and digs in his pocket. I don't notice because I'm obviously enthralled by the fireworks- duh! So then he whispers in my ear nice things that I won't say because my future husband could be reading this and he needs to come up with that shit on his own! I ain't providing the script too! He gets down on one knee, pulls out the ring, I say yes and the people on the bridge around us all clap. The end. My perfect engagement proposal!

So in reality we will probably be sitting in his apartment, he'll turn to me, burp, say "wanna get married?". And after I say yes he'll fart and say "cool baby". Cuz let's face it, my way is kind of over the top. Oh well. When I watch the fireworks next week, this is the scene that will play in my head. At least for a brief moment in time! So there you go. I've said WAY too much and shared more personal details with you than my diary even knows. (That's probably why my mom reads my blog. Cuz it's like an open diary).

Moral of the story: If you have any sexy single male friends that like fireworks (hell, or even lighting things on fire), send him my way! As always, thanks for reading my lovely Pinkettes!

P.S. This picture has no relation to this blog and I do not know this dog personally. But when I googled 'fireworks' this random picture came up. I laughed.