Same.

My wife knew I was going to propose because we went ring shopping together. However, she didn’t know when the ring was to be delivered and so didn’t know my plans. The night I did propose, I took her to a fancyish restaurant; she told me later that she was trying to figure out where I was carrying the ring.

I wasn’t, though. Before taking her to the restaurant, I had consulted a mutual, female friend who said that my wife would be expecting it and I should propose when we got home.

I did so, but before I did, she went upstairs. In my nervousness and excitement, I was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, ring in hand, and failed to notice that she was carrying a stack of laundry as she descended.

And that’s how I proposed to my wife while she was holding a pile of dirty underwear.

edit: I hate it when my client decides to post half a comment without consulting me.

That’s why (well, one reason) I’m on Lemmy at nearly 2am.

The sooner I go to sleep, the sooner I have to attend a horrible meeting.

If only you had waited 665 years to post this.

Also the premise of a book I enjoyed many years ago! The book in question explores the premise fairly extensively.

I understand (though don’t support) censoring words because of OCR limiting what kinds of images you can post to social media, but is “God” really a problem? Not to say it necessarily shouldn’t be, but the values behind censorship seem like they wouldn’t oppose it.

Is the bottom third of text in this image removed for a similar reason?

Reminiscent of a line from Supernatural: “I guess I’m just a little numb to the Earth-shattering revelations at this point.”