When he insisted that he was not going to propose while we ate chili in bed, I said, "I'm eating chili in bed. It doesn't get much better than that."

He wants some kind of surprise. I hate surprises. At least, I hate the kind of surprises that you know are coming. They make me anxious.

If he has any decency, he�ll do it when we go to Salem next week. I know he�ll think it�s too predictable, but that would be perfect. If he waits and does it in front of family, I�m literally going to punch him in the face. I mean, I�ll still say yes, but he�s going to be starting off our engagement with a black eye.

He keeps saying that he has a say in things too, hence the wait. I say that he lost his opportunity for a surprise when he told me he was going out to make the last payment on the ring. If he had just NOT told me that, I wouldn�t know the ring was actually in his possession. And I wouldn�t be getting increasingly psychotic. He�s brought this upon us both.