Honestly, in the last twenty-four hours ( well, more like the last 12 hours of the last twent-four) I have FOR SERIOUS used all my communication resources minus some smoke signals ( because of the fire ban) to track down various beloved Folk in the hopes of telling them one of the greatest, most fantastic stories of ALL TIME.
But, let me just tell you, communication in the telecommunications sense has FAILED ME.
So, I then remembered my darling blog that has kept me in close contact with my beloved friends for years now, and so I have not written down my fabulous story in the hopes that you...my beloved, will read it until I can actually get ahold of you on, say, a telephone or some other more desirable form of feedback..
So, yesterday morning ( saturday) I was like all lazing out on my
couch like I always do on nothing-to-do-really saturdays...and my
sister calls ( because we had planned to go for a run).
Anna: So, are you dressed?
Abbey: Ummm....NO....of course not. Why would I be dressed?
Anna: weeeelllll...I think we should go out for lunch instead of going
to work out.
( now you might think that sounds suspect since she's essentally
trading exercise for food...but you dont know anna and I until you
realize this is a COMMON occurance.)
Abbey: Um, ok...
Anna: So, I'm coming over, so GET DRESSED...BRUSH YOUR TEETH.
So, I'm slightly annoyed because she's being slightly pushy and I've
got all the time in the world, but I decided that i will leasurely get
ready for the day...and I'm in the bathroom brushing my teeth when
( Now, Brett had gone to Dallas for just one day for a friends
wedding...so I wasnt really planning on hearing from him, but
Brett: What are you doing?
Abbey: Brushing my teeth ( yes, I'm honest.)
Brett: So what are you doing today?
Abbey: ( goes into a long involved monologue, a clever one I'm sure,
about my day with Anna.)
-Brett waits patiently for me to finish.
Brett: So do you have time for me today?
Abbey: Umm sure.
Brett: Well, I'm down the road right now....are you decent?
Abbey: NO. ( honestly, I pride myself on looking the SAME all the
time...you know morning through to night...I have the same disheveled
look about me so that there isnt ever a huge difference...but, as fate
would have it, on this particular day I was looking WORSE than
But, Brett gave me like FIVE MINUTES and in that five minutes I went
from crap to craptastic ( this is my story...so you'll just have to
believe the creative license)
So, Brett shows up at my door and I'm totally touched that he'd drive
all the way from his friends wedding thing to come see me-which is
HONESTLY all that I thought was going on...
But, yeah, Brett is acting strange...and not strange in that "Abbey is
looking oddly craptastic today" kinda of a way...but more in a "there
is more to this than a popin visit sorta a way."
So being the poliet girlfriend that I was, I sat down on the couch and
waited for him to collect himself...meaning he starts running around
my apartment ( not running, but metaphorically speaking).
He produces a towel from my bathroom...and after some serious
waiting....a bowl of water from the kitchen.
-I must interject here to say that even ME...being totally
SLOW...kinda knew that things had taken a serious turn...
So, Brett sat me down in a chair and proceeded to read from John about
Jesus washing the disciples feet....and then he read from Ephesians
about the husband being the head of the wife just as Jesus is the head
of the church....
( and while Brett was reading this I was trying hard to take it all
in, and at the same time not cry.)
And then Brett washed my feet. And then he asked me to marry him.
And I said yes.
So, now, my dear friends. I am getting married. And not in the
hypothetical sense but in the REAL LIFE I am getting married kinda
Im crazy HAPPY