“What are you doing?” she asks, after being ignored for the past ten minutes.
“Doing up a photo,” I say.
“Of Arsene?” (Arsene’s my cat.)
“Nope, I’m just doing up a photo.”
And she leaves it at that, letting me be for what seems like five minutes. Then she hears the clickety-click of the keyboard.
“Aren’t you doing up a photo? Why are there typing sounds?” she asks.
“I’m writing something, why?” I reply.
“Oh, nothing.” She says, and returns to watching her show, oblivious to the fact that I’m writing this post in preparation for my proposal tomorrow… will she marry me?
When this post goes live, it will be about two more hours before I pop the question. At that time, we’ll be on the cable car, on our way to Sentosa — and she’ll have no where to run, and no where to hide; and what’s more, she’s afraid of heights — dare she say no?! Ha!
I love you ger ger.
(Bonus picture: look at how oblivious she is to what I’m doing. She looks delightful while she’s watching TV doesn’t she?)