I know half of you guys have your little smart ass comments armed and at the ready. But at least give me 12 hours before you blast me.

Like the title reads. I'm getting married. I asked her to marry me in front of our parents (Unknown to her) and in front 100+ random people in the middle of Atlantic Station in the courtyard, before we had dinner at the Strip. She was crying they were crying and I just stood there grinning like a idiot trying to figure out WTF did I just do.

The countdown has begun at 364 days and counting, March 21, 2009.

I'm the happiest I've been in a long time. Just wanted to share that with a few of ya'll.

Okay, enough with the sappy sh!t.

You all make me sick and I hope you all get scurvy.

J/K.