The Ring: Part 2

Miss any of the exciting action?  Check out Part 1 here!

So, Mr. Biscuit had ordered the ring.  The next step?  Ask my father!  I know this is a kind of antiquated ritual, but Mr. B wanted to do it.  He also didn't want me to tell anybody.  Riiiiiiigggghhhht.
The day we had started looking for rings I told my sister.  Oops, messed that one up already, huh?
 Truth be told, I was completely bursting and couldn't wait 2 weeks for the ring to come in so I told everyone the good news.  Seriously, I should have started wearing a sandwich board around, it would have made it easier on my vocal chords.

The Ring: Part I

I realized I haven't written a post about my engagement ring, nor the proposal behind it.  This could possibly be because my own proposal was definitely not one with any earth shattering romance in it.  In fact, I kind of feel like the black sheep of the hive because I have no gut wrenching, heart string pulling proposal story and sometimes when I read them I feel a tinge of jealousy.  Sometimes.  But then I realize that I probably wouldn't even know how to act if Mr. Biscuit ever made an incredibly grand romantic gesture.

So here's my unromantic, completely practical, no surprise proposal story.  I hope it will serve as a juxtaposition to all of the other wonderfully romantic proposals of the hive.