Proposal, Tears, and Ford Fun

Oh, they all belong in the same title all right.

Proposal
May 6th arrived with a vengeance. Shane scheduled an appointment for me in Toronto that started at 9 AM. I yi yi. I made it though. Despite all odds.

I got my nails done, including my toes. I almost kicked the poor woman giving me the pedicure because she kept tickling me. Someone blow dried my hair as well. She was a big bitch. And I got my make-up done. The woman who painted my finger nails said, "You are subtly, but definitely, transforming. I love how the eyeshadow embellishes the thousand stories that your eyes tell." I didn't laugh in her face. Thank goodness.

More fun to come. Shane and I walked up to the Eaton's centre and I bought a new dress and a pair of shoes. I wanted to look extra wonderful for our special dinner at the CN Tower. The reservation was made for 7:15 and we arrived 15 minutes early in order to orient ourselves, etc.

The food was good, but expensive. The view was beautiful. The wine was terrible.

Shane tried to propose on the observation deck but I wouldn't go outside because I was too cold. He managed to get me to go for a short walk with him and proposed at the bottom of the tower instead.

Tears
I cried my eyes out. It hurts to hurt the person you love most.

Ford Fun
Back at Ford this is all I can think about. I haven't heard from Shane in three days. He's working nights in Welland and he let his cell phone die so I cannot get ahold of him. My manicure chipped off Monday. I feel dirty and my feet smell really bad. I'm getting sleepy so I think I'll have a shower and go to bed.