|Woah! That's a lot of paper dimes!|
Anyways, we were strolling through Canadian Tire, (hunting aisle of course. You are dim if you thought we were in any other aisle.) when I randomly started humming the "Wedding March". I didn't start humming on purpose, but it was like my subconscious was trying to reach out to Andrew to make HIM PROPOSE ALREADY DAMNIT! But that's just my subconscious thinking.
|Hey, don't blame me! Blame my subconscious!|
I then let him know that he didn't confuse the two because they sound alike, but because they mean the same thing in his mind. I know this, because I'm studying psychology. And therefore know everything. This is obviously sarcasm. The first part wasn't sarcasm though.
|Me, on our wedding day in Andrew's mind. |
Bouquet? Who needs a bouquet?