Engagements, Valentines Day, and Ten Tons of Dirt

So, about a month ago, a nifty little thing happened...

I got engaged.

SQUEE!!!

 We were sitting on the ol' futon, watching "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia", and drinking Irish coffees when he decided to get serious.

^ Which is pretty hard to do in the middle of this nonsense ^

Basically, it was the most romantic thing ever.

.........     ........     ........     ........    .........     ........     ........     ........     .........     ........     ........     ........

Oh really? Well, what the fuck do you know!? Were you there?!

I thought not...

.........     ........     ........     ........    .........     ........     ........     ........     .........     ........     ........     ........


Anyway, I could wax poetic about how I almost spilled whiskey laden coffee all over myself, but, let's be real, no one really cares about that...


But, hell, you know, you get a ring on your finger and suddenly your favorites tab is chock full of dresses, cakes, and other fun things. And then you leave the realm of pinterest and discover how much those things actually cost and then you feel sick and consider just eloping...

Peace out my homies.
This is happening.

But that's no fun either, because having people that you love and care about around is pretty much the best.

And yet, here we are, also renovating this house in the midst of engagement shenanigans.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, while I fantasize about stupidly awesome cakes, the reality is I'm haggling with a guy named Lem over the price of dirt so we can grade around our house.

Fun Fact: Adding a slope of dirt around the foundation directs water away from the house.
Preventing the water from pooling which can lead to mold and other gross things.

We needed about ten tons of the stuff, (not an exaggeration), and I hadn't quite gotten around to scheduling a delivery. However, Troy was able to make the call and had a full dump truck load of dirt delivered.

On Valentines Day.

And they say romance is dead.

Roses and chocolate won't keep. But dirt?

Dirt is forever.