The Cheesiest Proposal Ever…
My husband proposed to me in a way that took my breath away. He knows that my one weakness in life is fine Roquefort cheese. I came home one evening to find that he had spread our mousetraps with my good cheese. I was incensed. How dare he waste such an expensive yet delicious treat?
The air was thick with the smell of the ripe, warm cheese. I bent down to retrieve the cheese gently, taking care to not trap my fingers. How well my husband knows me. He knew that I would be unable resist eating the cheese that was intended for the mice. I looked around and saw that he was not in the room, and I quickly popped the creamy cheese in my mouth.
Imagine my surprise when I bit down on a 3-carat engagement ring! I squealed, much as a caught rodent would, but my squeal was in delight. My now-husband emerged from the back of the house, got down on one knee, and said, “I love you, my cheesy little pet. Would you be my wife?” I agreed, but from then on, he decided my nickname should be “Mouse.”
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