I am officially engaged guys!!

Matt swears up and down that he had no sort of scheme going on with my family, but, I do think they had to have worked SOMETHING out .

We went over to my parents house and we were just chilling with my family apparently Dad had a talk in town this weekend, and the hotel provided a room for him for the convention. We live 20 minutes from that hotel, so he asked if Matt wanted the room tonight so we could enjoy not being around Evan. It's getting to the point where I am so very frustrated and I hate being at home because of Evan. I feel suffocated and just....strangled here. He is inconsiderate and brings people over at random times, doesn't ask  or even tell us about it, they just show up, and then if we have folks over he whines and bitches about 'how much longer will they be here' when we let him know they were coming over and made sure that he wasn't working the next morning or anything .

But! This was meant to be a happy entry, so fuck him! Let's get back to the good part :D

So, my folks give Matt the key to a nice room downtown. Apparently he gets my uncle to drive him back to our house 30 miles away to pick up the ring he's got there for me.

They get home, Mom & I have been running around doing random things and we're relaxing on the couch after a bit.

Matt asks me if I'd maybe like to go to this hotel downtown, maybe celebrating being fiancés!

So, I'm now sporting a lovely little ring, and we're planning a wedding OFFICIALLY :D