“With This Apple, I Thee Wed.”

For those of you who aren’t quite yet aware of the degree of douchebaggery my darling husband is capable of, you should totally read this and catch up.  For those of you who are aware… this story won’t surprise you.  For those of you that are married to me, you should know that bad behavior is always blog-worthy.  Go buy me flowers or something.  Or better yet – shoes would be nice!  I’m a 7 + 1/2 in Jimmy Choos…

Anywho!  I was recently reminded by my token ginger friend [ok BEST token ginger friend] that I left out an essential part of my engagement story.  I have the memory of a goldfish, and juicy details often get lost in the grand scheme of things.  So this post is for Jordan the ginger, who I love so much that I’ve promised to name my unborn child after him.  Though only if it’s a girl.

So at this point in the story, I was fairly certain Paul had been huffing so much jet fuel that he forgot to propose.  I spent my days at the office trying to bribe kids to eat their veggies while he spent the majority of his time getting hot and heavy with a helicopter.  Surely it must have slipped his mind.

One night, around the time I had given up on the concept of matrimony altogether, I flung myself into bed and onto something small, hard and totally foreign.  Paul has a habit of teasing me for being uber-sensitive since a single wayward hair-tie or crumpled blanket can make me toss and turn all night.  He used to joke that it was so very Princess and the Pea of me.  It quickly crossed my mind that he thought of the cutest freaking proposal of life.  Hiding a ring box under the mattress?  I could barely contain my excitement!

I squealed like a schoolgirl and tore back the sheets to reveal the box, only to find that I was sadly mistaken.  There was something under the blankets alright…  Earlier that evening Paul hid a freaking apple between the mattress and the fitted sheet.  Jerk.  I should have known better.  I had lost count of the number faux proposals I’d fallen for at this point, and this one had to be the worst [or should I say best?] yet.  So there I stood, holding a freaking apple, about to go from zero to nuclear, when Paul walked in… smirking like a goddamn cheshire cat.

The prank was unexpected, to say the least, but my reaction was slightly predictable.  I chucked the apple at him.  Then Bullet promptly ran off with it.  He acts fast when produce is on the loose.

Naturally we poke fun at ourselves [ok ME, we make fun of ME!] quite often.
Our engagement shoot was no different.
F**king apples.
I’m aware this would be perfect timing to share an apple recipe with you, but to this day I absolutely refuse to buy them.  Seriously!  I do, however, purchase applesauce [because any type of apple abuse makes me happy] so I suppose you could make these:
If you show up at my house with an apple I will disown you.
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  • I love your stories- full of fun and humor! And you should bake something with apple…and hide oh I don’t know one of those costume gem rings inside! Ha…Oh and yeah…that zucchini bread is the bomb!

  • a la Full Metal Jacket? They’d be a lovely sub for soap.

  • They occasionally need their heads pulled out of their rectum. It’s a common problem.

  • P makes everything in life difficult

    as do I =)

  • Haha you will — and then you better share them with me so I feel less nerdy! =)

  • right? annoyance is an essential aspect of true love =) Love it!

  • I’ll eat them in a dish at a restaurant or at friends houses…. but they are NOT allowed in my house =)

  • I *love* reading these posts, you are beyond adorable.  But really – how can you not buy apples?!  they’re just so tasty and crunchy and amazing!

  • FraijoManda

    That’s cute! Ah annoying the crap out of each other – true love.

  • Lets make it clear, you will NOT be allowed to adjust the spelling of baby Jordan’s name in anyway. You are welcome for reminding you of this story and all others. Can’t wait to see you and the big headed one soon. <3

  • Amanda @ Semi-Health Nut

    I love your stories friend.  And I agree with Cat.  Just put the apples in a pillowcase and smack!  I would have killed the BF if he even did one fake proposal!!  And I can relate to thinking that the BF has forgotten about proposing….he is pretty busy with his job and goes out of town a lot…maybe he just forgot?  Who knows right?  It seems to have worked out for you though girlie! 🙂

  • Y’all are so freaking adorable. Love the stories you shared!!!! They made my day 🙂

  • Samantha Sheridan

    Now this is just a fab. story… although at your expense. I hope I have fantastic stories to share like you someday!

  • Love it! You guys are too cute! 

    AND….you should totally name your first daughter Jordan. that’s my daughter’s name (except with a “y”…Jordyn!) 

  • Marisa@Thecollegecusiner

    Ahahaha. F**king apples. Love it. Knowing me I would have probably broken my back on that thing and been able to use my pain as a way to make him feel bad and guilt him into the ring. Luckily it wasn’t that hard for me!

  • Cat @ Your Momma

    beat him with apples. many of them.

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