Well here goes the story...
It was Wednsday the 22nd and I had just picked up the ring from the jewler (Kamille's neighbor) and I went to her house to see her for just a second. I wasn't going to pop the question that day because Kamille was in the middle of crisis mode with her thesis and the last thing she needed was that big of a distraction, so I left the ring in my truck. As I was sitting in her house Kamille started to tease me that I should just show her the ring (she knew I had it cause of a slip earlier that day) but I held out and was strong and didn't show her...so instead we went for a romanic, wonderful walk above her house with fourwheelers and motorcycles in the background... When I found the perfect spot (we couldn't go any further up the path without getting wet) I hugged her and then stealthly (she totally knew) ( I thought I knew, but then he put both of his hands on my arms behind me and I thought, "I guess not, no box.") took the ring out of my pocket. I knelt down on one knee and asked her. The END.
P.S I totally loved it! The thesis got handed in on time, and we all lived happily ever after!
