My apologies.

For the absence. But, really, how many people read this??

The Fiance was in town from the 7th to the 22nd of June. He flew in several hours late, which meant I had the pleasure of driving out to the airport twice. We swung by the living establishment of Deacon Osborne (no religious affiliation) so that he and the Fiance could catch up before we headed to the rural town we have recently taken up residence in.

We left Friday to drive a few hours north to see his friend Blue. The next day, we drove the rest of the way to Chicago. We ordered room service and stayed up watching TV. The next morning, we headed out to track down Deluxe Tattoo (which currently employs Hannah Aitchinson of LA Ink fame). I got tatted up by Chris Smith, the newest member of their crew and an entertaining fellow. I told him what I was looking to get, he got a little creative, and this is what I got:

I LOVE IT. It's my first color tattoo.

Afterward, we ate at a "meh" seafood place. Then, I managed to convince the Fiance to take me to the Navy Pier, a place I have wanted to visit since I first laid eyes on it four-and-a-half years ago. We had a BLAST.

We drove back home on Monday. We got in late afternoon/early evening, and I called Dee Dee to see if she wanted to go get a mani/pedi touch-up. She was busy, so we made plans to do it the next evening. When I got off the phone, he was standing in the doorway of his game room and said, "Come here." I went into the room, and he stood there facing me with his hands behind his back. I knew then what was coming, but I tried to play it cool. I walked out of that room with a ring on my hand.

We hit up a hibachi/sushi restaurant that night to celebrate.

And now I just have to wait three more months for him to come home.

This is about to turn into a wedding blog, ha ha.