One Orange Jeep Please

In case you missed it click here for the first part of our engagement story:

Just look at the Snow Ma'am (Engaged Part 1)

After Mister surprised me at the door (and a few hugs and kisses later) we went inside to warm up from the cold and snow.  I was beyond thrilled to see him, and my head was spinning from a million thoughts.

As we plopped down on the couch and began talking Mister was very tight-lipped about his plans for being here.  So I took it upon myself to begin grilling him for every detail about his visit.  How long had he planned this?  Why was he here?  How many people knew about his sneaky journey?  Did he rent a car to drive to my apartment? Most importantly I needed to know when he would be leaving.  I was convinced that he would hang out with me for a day or two, then ask that question the day he left.

"How long are you going to be here?!"

"For awhile."

"But for real, what day are you leaving?"

"On a certain day after today."

"Can you tell me when?"

"No."

Clearly, I wasn't going to get anywhere with this approach.  So I decided to just enjoy his company and wait it out, knowing in all my wisdom, glory, and knowledge that he would be asking me a very important question right before he left town.  Not tonight...

So I cozied up on the couch just content with getting to spend the evening with him.  Mister precariously walked into my kitchen, opened my fridge and scrunched up his nose.  "Are you hungry?  You have absolutely no food in here. I'm starving!"

I had plenty of vegetables and sandwich fixings.  Apparently that's not food?

"Let's go get something for dinner" Mister proposed.  Still feeling squeamish and wanting to bask in the moment of him surprising me, I suggested we wait and eat later.  He obliged and sat down next to me again. I started chattering away about happenings at work and how I spent the Christmas Holiday, when he interrupted me again, not even five minutes later.  "Ashley, let's go grab something to eat.  It will make you feel better.  And I'm really hungry..."

What?

Why couldn't he just let me enjoy my time with him?

Doesn't he know how happy I am right now?

I'm not even hungry.

He does eat a lot, maybe he really is hungry?

Think of a compromise, how can we get food quickly?

"Ok... Maybe we can go get Moe's?"

"Moe's?"

"Moe's."

"Uhhhh, No.  Not what I had in mind."

"What?  You said you wanted food and that's something quick we can go pick up!"

"Just go get ready, we'll figure something out on the way."

"But, you know Moe's is really good..."

""Maybe."

In hindsight, this was another one of those flashing-neon-lights that portrayed what was about to happen that night.  But instead, I could only focus on cheap Mexican food.  What is wrong with me?  Thankfully I had the foresight to curl my hair before we left for dinner so that Mister wouldn't be repulsed by my looks.

As we walked outside Mister made me close my eyes and helped me into the vehicle he had rented.  Laughing, because I love when he does these type of silly things, I followed his command.  I squeezed my eyes real tight, hobbled into the car, and waited for his word on when I could open them.

Three seconds later Mister had ran around the car, jumped in, and finally let me look at the car he rented.

AN ORANGE JEEP!

He knew this was my favorite car in all the world.  And this one was orange: bonus points! How lucky was I that he rented one?  And how cool was I to get to ride in one to dinner (which I still had my fingers crossed that we would be hearing "Welcome to Moe's" in about 10 minutes)?

We buckled and started on our way, my heart leaped as we started navigating... not towards the side of town with restaurants, but towards the Highway... Mister looked at me and said, "I have a better idea of what we can do tonight..." and with that, he turned onto the Highway, heading towards Nashville.   Moe's was not on the menu, and thankfully a much better night lay ahead!

Don't worry, I'll tell you all about Nashville next time!

ash