We'd just gotten off of the Pirates of the Carribbean ride in Disneyland. There is a cafe' there, in the cavern. He banged on a water glass and stood on the chair and proposed. I tried to hide behind the menu and slide under the table. You see, he was still married (but separated) from wife #4. Amidst cheering and other vocalizations, (these are pirates, mind you), I said "Yes". And, believe it or not, with some wonderful ups and hideous downs...we've managed to make it still work for 21 years.

Footnote: The engagement ring had a lovely opal in it. Unfortunately, the opal fell out and was crushed in one of those old credit card things. He replaced it and the next one fell out and cracked on a rock. The third time he went back to the jeweler, the guy just shook his head and asked if he wanted plastic this time. But, rest easy folks. The ring resides in a small box in the safe. It was replaced with a different ring when we were married.

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