With three days until we move to New York, Ryan proposed to me this week and, of course, I said yes (I forgot to say yes, actually, when I fell down on my knees to join him on his own and kiss him and he pointed out that I had, infact, not given him an answer). Absurd. The answer was always yes.
He was in the hospital last week & we fell asleep in his bed together and the doctor woke us up and told us, no, we could not move in and there was no room service, either. :p (he is okay, now). He cut off all of his hair for New York. I dyed mine teal.