Thursday, December 31, 2009

Goodbye 2009!

Goodbye to:

-the first decade of the New Millennium
-the historic first year of America's first black president
-Berine Madoff (and good riddance)
-the bad economy
-the recession?
-Swine Flu. At least until this spring.
-Captian Sullinburger slipping into a Wal Mart without being recognized
-Tiger Woods untouchable image
-Jon and Kate and their brood of 8
-a World Championship-less New York Yankees team. Damn!
-Papelbon's historic CHOKE at the plate (and good riddance)
-the Indianapolis Colts' undefeated season.....BWAHAHAHAHA!
-Candy's unemployment
-Candy's divorced/un-married status
-Skinny jeans
-Charlie Gibson at the helm of ABC World News Tonite
-the year WITHOUT a Boston sports team championship (and good riddance)
-Flannel shirts big comeback
-Tim Robbins and Susan Sarandon's relationship :(
-Lady GaGa slipping into a Wal Mart without being recognized
-Obama's honeymoon
-The Jo Bros??
-Heff's Bar and Grill :(
-Cora and Scope's unmarried status

Happy 2010 Bloggers!!!!

Let's say HELLO to a new decade full of promise and opportunity!


Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Penny For A Gumball Mickey!

All this Christmas hoopla got me to thinking about my favorite Christmas gifts received through the years. And the ones that have NOT been my favorite.

Stuff I LOVED:

Mini kitchen-complete with dishes and plastic food in the refrigerator. (It was the liberal, early seventies)

A Snoopy doll-Snoopy was da man! I also had a small, anatomically correct, Woodstock, Snoopy's loyal bird sidekick, doll.

My Ipod-I admit, it was this year and no, I never had one before. (AND mine is wayyy cool cuz it's hot pink and I can watch video and take video and it has a radio. whoo hoo!)

Atari Tennis-One year we got, as a family, a REAL Atari tennis game, like the ones in the arcades. This was in the seventies, when recreational electronics were unheard of. The thing was as big as a house and we had it in our basement. We were the house to be at in the neighborhood. It gave us instant street cred.

Show N Tell Record Player/slide show-I fricken LOVED this thing. I spent MANY a rainy afternoon on my bedroom floor watching Disney's Aristocats and Winnie the Pooh and listening to their stories. I tell my kids all the time, this was the DVD of my day. So many good times.

Stuff I didn't love:

Socks and underwear- I know mom thought this was practical, but seriously mom? The funny thing is I do it to my kids now.
The multi-gift box-this was stuff mom just didn't want to wrap up. I told you dad was the wrapper in the house. This box usually contained stuff like books, mittens, hats, bras and nightgowns.

Plastic face dolls-and I want to be very specific here, I never liked plastic faced dolls. Betsy Wetsy and Valerie with her pony tail that elongates, just didn't do it for me. They were like how I feel about knock off designer bags. I just can't do it. I was a Barbie purist. I really liked stuffed animals, rag dolls and Barbie. That was it. Probably because Barbie was all about the mini, and you know I love all things miniature, and the fact that I had sisters who were decades older than me and I inherited all their Barbies and Barbie accessories. I still kick myself every time I go to a Barbie exhibition and see tons of the stuff I had from my sister's Barbies that I GAVE away.

It's those memories of Christmas Past that I would hope Marley's Ghost will bring to me if ever the fates decide I need a reminder of what's good and innocent about life.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Fun Is Fabulous

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Monday, December 28, 2009

What the...?

I'm not sure whether to be really happy or really pissed off about the Colts loosing yesterday and putting an end to their chance at a perfect NFL regular season.

It's no secret that Peyton and I are NOT friends. We who worship The Tommy, can't help but be a Peyton hater. It's almost like the Yanks and the Sox. I said almost. So you'd think today that I'd be all smiley over their loss to the lowly Jets yesterday, right?


I'm not quite sure how to feel over what I believe is one of the biggest bonehead moves of the season. The Colts lost the game on purpose. What the...?
This is not the way it is supposed to be and Peyton and I most certainly agree here. 16-0 DOES matter to Manning, the Colts, his legacy, team history, and the fans. I say it again, (and I can't believe I'm actually saying this) WHAT THE...?

The undefeated Colts team most certainly had a first round bye, so the theory that the starters were being rested is complete bullshit. The brilliant plan was the brain-child of Indianapolis coach Jim Caldwell and president Bill Polian who are now the two most hated men on the Indianapolis planet. They robbed their team of their shot at history with a perfect season, for a strategum that may never work, and now the Jets will probably make it into the playoffs.They robbed us of saying Peyton got spanked by the Jets, legit, with the Pats perfect season still untainted and they robbed their team of making history.

On the contrary, NFL FanHouse is reporting that history was made at that game on Sunday, "To correct one thing, history actually was made Sunday. The Colts became the first 14-1 team to be booed off its home field."

Thursday, December 24, 2009

See Buddy: A Christmas Tail

*This is a re-post from last Christmas Eve. ..I couldn't help myself. Who isn't a sucker for a cute doggy tale??*










Wednesday, December 23, 2009

A Great Debate

Word is that studio execs are all in a flutter over what Robert Downey Jr. said to Dave about Holmes and Watson's "relationship".

You tell me, because I'm not seeing it. And by that, I mean all the panic.
I am DEFINITELY going to see the movie.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Today's Special: Tom Foolerey

Today is the day that I give you my absolute lock on the gift to give Her that she will be sure to love. The gift that will have her girlfriends all-a-flutter, over how romantic and sexy the gift is, and the gift that every woman wants, because it's how every man wants his woman to smell. The scent of a woman is a powerful thing, indeed.

The signature scent in designer extraordinaire Tom Ford's Fine Fragrance collection, Black Orchid. The mix of fine top notes of Black Truffle, Ylang, Black Currant and Fresh Bergamont, balanced with a delicate combination of Patchouli, Vertiver, Vanilla and Sandalwood at the base give this sensuous fragrance a lasting impression to everyone who wears it.

The alluring power of Black Orchid left My Guy, who hardly ever comments on a fragrance I am wearing, to actually stop me on our way out one evening and inquire what fragrance I was wearing. "Woah, I really like that," he said. Which left me feeling sexy and fabulous all evening long. Mission accomplished.

The perfume retails for $138.00 for the larger 3.4 oz spray and $92.00 for the 1.7 oz spray and can be found at most fine department stores like Nieman Marcus, Bergdorf's and Saks Fifth Avenue or on line. If Black Orchid is not for you, Tom Ford has created over 16 sensuous and tempting fragraces to please every nasal pallette. Look to his Private Blend Collection for the perfect scent for you.

This is no Tom Foolery. Black Orchid or any of Tom Ford's luxurious, unique scents are the perfect gift for that special woman. You can thank me later.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Wrappers Delight

When I was little, my dad, not my mom was the wrapper extraordinaire in our house. When it came to gorgeous wrapped gift boxes, my dad was king. My mom was the shopper, and like MC Hammer himself, you couldn't touch her when it came to shopping (then and now), but when it came to present the present, mom had no game.

Mom had five kids and she had to do all the shopping for said five kids, so I guess I'll give her a pass on the Martha Stewart package presentation. I can vividly remember sitting on the floor with my dad, roll of wrapping paper on the floor in front of us, and getting a meticulous tutorial on the proper cutting and folding of a piece of wrapping paper for a Christmas gift. Corners were the most important and dad made sure that the gift wrap was cut perfectly so that corners looked neat and tight.

Then there was the tape. No vertical strips sloppily criss crossing the precious package. No, strategically placed vertical strips sealed dad's packages and he preferred the invisible scotch tape to the frosted. I often wonder if dad would have had a field day with double sided tape if he had it. But that's where it ended for him. Dad was more than content with the bows from a bag, a "to and from" card and he'd call it a day. I took the next step to a whole new level on my own.

Throughout the year, when I see gift ribbon on the cheap, I buy it by the roll. A complete sucker for color and sparkle, I have tons of rolls of amazing ribbon. Some is wired, some is fabric, but all is fabulous and I even have my own "gift wrap room". I have a small walk-in-closet in my basement that has shelves on either side of the walls. Inside, on those shelves, I house all my gift wrap supplies. I have boxes, tissue, gift bags, tons of gift wrap, bows, ribbon, gift shred (for boxes or gift bags) and right now is when I utilize 80% of what's in that room.

I love to give almost more than receive, and nothing makes me happier than putting together a beautifully wrapped gift. As a matter of fact, I took the day off today so that I can go work my magic in my little Santa's workshop down in my basement.
And I know my dad will be with me. Even though he's been gone for almost 20 years, he's never really too far from me.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Poor Patty

Company Christmas Party

Company Memo
FROM: Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director
TO: All Employees
DATE: November 12, 2009
RE: Gala Christmas Party

I'm happy to inform you that the company Christmas Party will take place on December 23rd, starting at noon in the private function room at the Grill House. There will be a cash bar and plenty of drinks! We'll have a small band playing traditional carols... Feel free to sing along. And don't be surprised if our CEO shows up dressed as Santa Claus! A Christmas tree will be lit at 1:00 PM. Exchanges of gifts among employees can be done at that time; however, no gift should be over $10.00 to make the giving of gifts easy for everyone's pockets. This gathering is only for employees!
Our CEO will make a special announcement at that time!
Merry Christmas to you and your family,

Company Memo
FROM: Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director
TO: All Employees
DATE: November13, 2008
RE: Gala Holiday Party

In no way was yesterday's memo intended to exclude our Jewish employees. We recognize that Hanukkah is an important holiday, which often coincides with Christmas, though unfortunately not this year. However, from now on, we're calling it our "Holiday Party." The same policy applies to any other employees who are not Christians and to those still celebrating Reconciliation Day. There will be no Christmas tree and no Christmas carols will be sung. We will have other types of music for your enjoyment.
Happy now?
Happy Holidays to you and your family,

Company Memo
FROM: Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director
TO: All Employees
DATE: November 16, 2008
RE: Holiday Party

Regarding the note I received from a member of Alcoholics Anonymous requesting a non-drinking table, you didn't sign your name. I'm happy to accommodate this request, but if I put a sign on a table that reads, "AA Only", you wouldn't be anonymous anymore. How am I supposed to handle this?
And sorry, but forget about the gift exchange, no gifts are allowed since the union members feel that $10.00 is too much money and the executives believe $10.00 is a little chintzy.

Company Memo
FROM: Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director
To: All Employees
DATE: November16, 2008
RE: Generic Holiday Party

What a diverse group we are! I had no idea that December 20th begins the Muslim holy month of Ramadan, which forbids eating and drinking during daylight hours. There goes the party! Seriously, we can appreciate how a luncheon at this time of year does not accommodate our Muslim employees' beliefs. Perhaps the Grill House can hold off on serving your meal until the end of the party or else package everything for you to take it home in little foil doggy baggy. Will that work?
Meanwhile, I've arranged for members of Weight Watchers to sit farthest from the dessert buffet, and pregnant women will get the table closest to the restrooms.
Gays are allowed to sit with each other. Lesbians do not have to sit with Gay men, each group will have their own table.
Yes, there will be flower arrangement for the Gay men's table.
To the person asking permission to cross dress, the Grill House asks that no cross-dressing be allowed, apparently because of concerns about confusion in the restrooms. Sorry.
We will have booster seats for short people.
Low-fat food will be available for those on a diet.
I am sorry to report that we cannot control the amount of salt used in the food . The Grill House suggests that people with high blood pressure taste a bite first.
There will be fresh "low sugar" fruits as dessert for diabetics, but the restaurant cannot supply "no sugar" desserts. Sorry!
Did I miss anything?!?! ?

Company Memo
FROM: Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director
TO: All F*%^ing Employees
DATE: November 17, 2008
RE: The F*%^ing Holiday Party

I've had it with you vegetarian pricks!!! We're going to keep this party at the Grill House whether you like it or not, so you can sit quietly at the table furthest from the "grill of death," as you so quaintly put it, and you'll get your f*%^ing salad bar, including organic tomatoes. But you know, tomatoes have feelings, too. They scream when you slice them. I've heard them scream. I'm hearing them scream right NOW!
The rest of you f*%^ing wierdos can kiss my *ss. I hope you all have a rotten holiday!
Drive drunk and die,
The B*tch from H*ll!!!

Company Memo
FROM: Joan Bishop, Acting Human Resources Director
DATE: November 17, 2008
RE: Patty Lewis and Holiday Party

I'm sure I speak for all of us in wishing Patty Lewis a speedy recovery and I'll continue to forward your cards to her.
In the meantime, management has decided to cancel our Holiday Party and give everyone the afternoon of the 23rd off with full pay.
Happy Holidays!

Thursday, December 17, 2009

More Than Once Is Once Too Much

Last week a customer came into my store and was telling me all about how her Christmas tree fell over, ornaments and all, and how she had to clean it all up and how all her favorite ornaments were broken in the fall.

"Oh no", I tell her. "I can completely sympathise," I say. "That happened to me once."


I then tell her, "You really have to tie the tree up every year because, you know, the falling over thing can happen at any time."
I continue, "Yeah, and isn't it a shame when you loose special ornaments that you have had forever? It's heart breaking."

Then I say, "I learned my lesson. I bought this hevy duty tree stand. The thing is iron clad and takes good care of my Christmas trees....."

Of course karma loves it when I put my foot in my mouth.

Late Saturday night,(the Saturday night after the conversation with the customer in my store) my daughter and I are having a grand old time putting up that Christmas tree in the picture above. We were laughing, listening to Christmas music, and ooohing and ahhhing over all our favorite ornaments. Just when we are about to wrap it all up and put the finishing touches on the tree........

Do I even need to tell you??

I know you know exactly what happened.


Some of them were thirty years old. One I had just brought them home from bits on my living room floor.

You can't see it in the picture but NOW there is floral wire tied to the tree to both windows on either side.

As I said, more than once is once too much.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

"You Smell Like Beef And Cheese. You Don't Smell Like Santa"

I'm sure everyone, in the archives of their holiday pictures, has a Santa shot somewhat like this one. A shot with Santa that just ain't right. And just like a canary in a coal mine, its the little kiddies who are able to detect a foul Santa's immediately. While creepy Santa's may be abound, there are still some poor schmucks who actually enjoy doing the Santa thing despite the bad rap.

This holiday season at you can revel in all the glory of Santa's gone bad.

"What you talkin' about Willis"

Ummm, Santa? That just aint right.

Do all shopping mall Santa's get background checks? One would hope, yet we still continue to put our children on the laps of strangers for that time honored tradition of a picture with the big guy in the red suit. Good times.

Today's Boston Herald reports that a retired mechanic, who's been donning the red suit for 35 years, is not a big fan of, "I think it serves no purpose other than to sully the reputation of all Santa's," he says."Just because a kid is crying does not mean he is a bad Santa." "A good Santa invests in a top-of-the-line suit, with much care to the beard and wig, but it also takes someone with very good acting abilities and desires to be Santa, which comes from the heart." Something tells me you have to have a lot of "heart" to withstand this all day.

Good or bad Santa is our go-to-guy at Christmas time. Most of us roll old school when it comes to Santa, so cut the new guy some slack. Maybe he's just trying to make somebody happy.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Today's Special: The Mighty Fall Hard "Fuher Shure"

This is becoming the biggest sport in the world.

Vegas is now taking odds "Fuher Shure".

Monday, December 14, 2009

Yankee Swap Strategy

So tonite I am hosting the company Christmas party at my house for the employees of the boutique that my boutique is housed within. These are a group of ladies I see and work with every day. We are having a nice dinner, prepared by Wendy, the woman who owns the other boutique, and I am taking care of the hosting duties, libations and hors dourves. We will also be having a cookie swap, but the highlight of the evening will be the Yankee Swap.

The Yankee Gift Swap or the White Elephant Gift Exchange dates back as early as 1828. Wiki says: "popular theory suggests that Ezra Cornell brought the term into popular lexicon through his numerous and frequent social gatherings, dating back to as early as 1828." The participants bring a gift, we have chosen a $25.00 cap on gifts, to be put into a pile. Each person chooses a number from a hat to determine picking order. Number one has the best number because not only does one get to pick first, but the way that I play, one gets to pick last and end the game.

Wiki describes the rules as:

The participant with #1 unwraps any gift from the pile and then shows it to everyone. Each successive participant, in the order determined from the drawing, or in clockwise or counterclockwise order, can either 1) "steal" an already opened gift (if there's one they really like) or 2) be adventurous and go for a wrapped gift from the pile. If the participant chooses to steal, the person whose gift is stolen now repeats his turn and either 1) steals another person's gift (he cannot immediately steal back the gift that was just stolen from him) or 2) unwraps a new gift.

The whole point of Yankee Swap is to entertain, but sometimes people get so wrapped up in the rivalry of the game, it becomes more of a spectacle and you learn a lot about some people when gifts and swapping are involved. I'm going to make sure there is plenty of wine and that the good times will continue to roll all evening long. I'll take notes and post the results tomorrow if they are blog worthy-which would be a bonus gift for me!! And in true Candy fashion, I'm going to rev the girls up and try to get the rivalry going.

I can't wait to get the game started to see who's going to fight over the Chia Pet and the Clapper. Oh the joy of holiday cheer....

Friday, December 11, 2009

My Friend Dick

Always one to use courtesy and kindness when dealing with others, Dick often wondered why people called him "dickhead" behind his back.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

No, Ho, Ho!

Today, I'm feeling like I just want to opt out and say, "No thanks. Not this year."

I realize that may sound terrible to most of you, but I'm feeling a little overwhelmed and over worked this year. I hate to admit this, but there's a lot of NO in my ho, ho, ho right now. I enjoy the spirit of the holiday season as much as the next guy, and nothing is more important to me than spending quality time with my family, but with all the added work of my new store, I'm looking at the holidays as a ticking time bomb that I have to out run.

It's a double edged sword because I hope to benefit greatly from the people who feel the need to drop tons of cash on the impulse and necessary items I have chosen carefully to display in my shop, but focusing on that leaves me no time to put together the drive or the thought needed to shop for my own family. And my family is used to a well planned and thought out holiday. I have always provided that for them because I had the time and it gave me pleasure. This year, that pleasure has been replaced with angst and fear that I'm not going to be able to pull it off.

So why do we do this to ourselves??? The holidays are supposed to be about love and family. Helping out your fellow man and celebrating the good fortune of living life to it's fullest. It's the time of giving, which fills my heart with joy far more than receiving. Yet I can't find any joy in the rush to shop till I drop. In fact, I just want to drop the next person who tells me they are all done with their holiday shopping and all wrapped too.

This year there is so much to be thankful for and so many blessings in my life, I'm feeling like I need to make that my focus. Keep my eyes on the prize and have faith that everything will work itself out, right?
Like the Grinch so eloquently put it, "Maybe Christmas, he thought, dosen't come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps means a little bit more."

Maybe Dr. Seuss was onto something. Perhaps, but if I were voting today, I'd vote on Skipping Christmas.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Lets Have A Little Fun Today

I think Ellen Degeneres has the greatest job in the world.

Lately, I have been exercising on the treadmill in the mornings around the same time that The Ellen Degeneres Show is on and I'm hooked. Not only is she hilarious, but the woman gets to dance EVERY DAY.

Ellen hobnobs daily with various celebs, dances with the people in her audience, plays "game show" style games and gives away fabulous prizes. She has this thing called, "Ellen's Twit Crew" where her "crew" travels around to different locations announced via twitter to meet viewers and give away corporate sponsored prizes daily. Last week I watched her give away a brand new, pimped out, GMC Envoy to a young single mom from Brooklyn, NY, who walks her boys to school every day and then herself to work because she can't afford the subway. Ellen even threw in a year long subway card for the entire family.

She opens her show with her special brand of Ellen charm in the monologue. She's so cute and I got a huge girl crush on this funny lady. Sorry Ellen, I don't swing that way but if I did, I'd have your poster hanging on my bedroom wall. She's really a joy to watch. No wonder the theme song's refrain for the show is, "Lets have a little fun today."

By far, my most favorite part of The Ellen Degeneres Show is her daily dance. She gives me a little bounce in my workout and makes you dance right along with her. And I couldn't think of a better way to start the day off.

To think, she gets PAID money to do this every day. Lucky lady.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

The Worst LIE Of His Career

I feel the need to weigh in on this whole Tiger Woods debacle on this forum, considering a few factors:
1. I once was a wronged, cheated on spouse. (repeat: I WAS-past, not present)
2. My son is a young boy who at one time idolized what used to be "Tiger Woods".
c. Because I have a blog and I can.

I think that Josh Duhamel is probably the happiest guy in the world right now. I speak of Fergie's (Black Eyed Peas) actor husband, because until Tiger's UNBELIEVABLE story of multiple, cross-continental, global, adulterous trysts that broke last week, Josh was the dirty dog of the tabloid world. The media was collectively looking at Josh with a "how could you?" scowl, for his "transgressions" with a stripper in some hotel room.

Josh should send Tiger a huge fruit basket for the holiday's, because, sadly, Tiger's torrid story makes Josh look like a choir boy.

This morning, after woman number 10 has emerged as his alleged mistress, Tiger finds himself with the worst lie on the golf course of life. And that's what this is really about, isn't it? LIES. And I know a lot about lies, considering I lived one for many years. I think that, maybe, the difference between my EX and Tiger is about seven zeros. What I mean by that is that my EX's torrid sex stories weren't worth six zeros, or even two zeros to TMZ. I have a feeling that if they were worthy of some zeros, my story would have played out much like Tiger's. I may even venture a guess to say I know a small bit about how Elin is feeling.

I feel pretty confident guessing that she F-ING hates the sight of her husband right now and she most definitely (sorry anti-violence folks) has either hit her husband with her hands or some other object, or has fantasized about it. Today's 24 hour Tiger media drama is reporting that Elin has moved out of their home. Yeah, I'm sure she has been pushing for that since the minute she learned about everything. I'm sorry she had to withstand this with his sorry-ass face for as long as she has.

Do I believe every $$ grubbing tramp who says she slept with Tiger over the last few years?
Do you?
I do believe he f-ed up ROYALLY and that he has been banging whatever he wanted for as long as he wanted, but all of these women??? I'm seeing money talking here, more than truth, for the most part.

The problem is the almost, "addiction and deviance" that is revealed by 1. the numerous sexual partners and 2. the deviance in which Tiger continued these sexual affairs. Herein lies the problem, with LIES being the operative word.

LIES destroy lives.

Cheap, tawdry ho's who sleep with other women's husbands are not the problem. The problem is Tiger's addiction to the deviance and the lies he has strung together to support his secret life. I was Elin, and even without the zeros, the house of cards falls just as hard. Because of the lies, I can never really look back and say, "Well, we had some good years" because I don't believe that. I don't believe anything was EVER true, because it was all based on LIES. And if I were betting on Elin, I would say it was even money odds, she is feeling somewhat similar and that this marriage will not survive.

I can't even imagine being Elin today and having a 24-7 media frenzy, detailing every sick and hurtful detail of my one time, beloved husband's, deviant, sexual trysts for the world to consume. AND yes, it's possible she HAD NO IDEA. Deviant, psychopathic liars are so good at keeping you in the dark.

I can tell you this. This is not going to be a victorious, come from behind victory for Tiger Woods. The athlete who at one time was a beacon of mental toughness, will now endure the scrutiny of disgrace in his life off the course. He is a fool that has chosen the wrong path and has destroyed his legacy and his life.

There is no magical club in his golf bag that can get him out of this LIE.

Monday, December 7, 2009

A Most Engaging Vacation

Hey all!!
It's so nice to be back home. Aruba was, of course, amazing!!! The weather was hot and perfect and the casino's blackjack tables were hot as well!! The locals were most hospitable, and the island seemed happy to be hosting us for the week.

We spent a lot of time enjoying the beautiful sunsets on the beach, relaxing, reading and just taking in the quiet time spent together. I'd have to say, it was one of the best trips to Aruba we have ever taken.

I have lots of amazing pictures!

I took some of the crystal clear blue ocean water we spent out days floating in.

I took some of the lazy palm trees blowing in the Aruba sun.

I took some of the blue and green lizards that enjoy sharing the resort areas with the tourists.

I took some of the beautiful sandy beaches and the breath taking, vivid pink sunsets we watched almost every evening.

Come to think of it, one special evening, while walking barefoot on the soft, sandy beach, on our way to capture the last moments of the beautiful sunset.....

My Guy kneeled down on one knee....

and asked me to spend the rest of my life with him......

Of course, I said yes.....