> I have this posted up on Facebook because I was tired of retyping it, so I thought why not share it here too? For anyone interested, here are the "details", so to speak.
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> Being the smooth and suave gentleman that I am, I snuck into Sarah's apartment in the wee hours of the morning. When she discovered me making omelettes for breakfast, she was fairly taken aback for a couple of reasons.
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> 1. It was my birthday, so why was I making breakfast?
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> 2. I never go over to her place on a workday for breakfast.
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> So once Sarah was finished getting ready for work, I told her that I was not over just for breakfast, I was there for my birthday present as well.
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> (Now, to put this in perspective, I already knew what Sarah had gotten me. Since I'm the one who picks up the mail (we share a post office box), I had picked it up from the post office two weeks earlier. I had been bugging her since I knew what it was (Heroes Season 1 on DVD) that I should get it early, but she wouldn't bite.)
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> Anyway, I said I was over for my birthday present, and she immediately began to protest that I could not have it yet. So while she was off-guard and in mid-tirade (okay, tirade is a bit strong) I galantly dropped to one knee and asked her to marry me.
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> Really I could have said that I'd shot a hippo on the way over and had it stuffed in the deep freeze and she would have said "Yes" since Sarah admits she has no idea what I said, but she got the idea. 
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> I led her on for a couple of weeks now that she would have to wait until November for me to propose. I admit I made a couple of verbal slips beforehand that Sarah said make a lot more sense now (she accepted my excuse that I simply misspoke at the time), but I think the combination of 2 weeks early with first thing in the morning on my birthday threw her for enough of a loop that I caught her completely by surprise.
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> So that's the story. Quite the birthday present eh?
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> ~Hat~
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