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A Special Announcement. . .

good morning, cyberspace!

To be honest, this is a blog post that I’ve been putting off for a very long time. I knew I would have to write it eventually, but between writing everlost and the overall busyness of the past couple months, I just haven’t found the time to sit down and write this post in the way that it deserves to be written.

And that’s not even mentioning the overwhelming flood of anxiety that grapples my mind every time I even so much as think about writing this post. This is something that’s very close to my heart, guys, and I know there are some of you out there who are going to believe it’s fake. There are some who are going to think it’s a joke because of certain circumstances of the past. There are some of you who are going to read this and laugh it off because it can’t possibly be real, right?

But I can personally assure you that it is real. It is true, and today, there are no more excuses for not saying it. There are no more methods of procrastination to keep me from writing this post.

So today I am finally baring my soul to you guys and telling you all what on earth has been happening in this crazy, hectic, absolutely beautiful life of mine.

And let me tell you what, folks. It’s a doozy.

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April 21st, 2019

Do you know what that date is? Of all the dates in the world, this is quite possibly the most important.

At least, it’s the most important to me. And also maybe to the Queen because that just so happens to be her birthday but whatever. We’re not talking about the Queen. We’re talking about me, peasants. Because April 21st, 2019 just so happens to be the very day that I — the Smudgiest Thought — am getting married.

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actual footage of my grandmother when she finds out

That’s right, folks. I am officially engaged. To an actual, real-live human. (i mean, i’ve always hoped all my life that one of my [many] fictional crushes would spring forth from the pages of my favorite books and carry me away to a fantastical realm filled with dragons and gnomes, but i mean??? a real life person is okay, i guess?) A real-live human who actually wants to bind themselves to me for all the rest of eternity.

To be honest, I’m kind of in shock. I mean, all my life I’ve considered myself a very independent bean who DON’T NEED NO MAN in my life. And I still stand firmly by that opinion with all the determination of a corn sprout growing in the craggy rocks of Mount Doom. But I suppose having someone around to kill all the spiders and tie my straight jackets for me won’t be too bad.

as long as he doesn’t rat me out to the fuzz when i bring a bloodied corpse home ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha–HACK

And I’m sure that by this point you’re probably scratching your bald craniums and thinking, “But Kenzie. . .isn’t this a little sudden? Obviously this has to be a joke! You haven’t even been DATING anyone!”

And to this I must say. . .“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU ARE SO SO WRONG, YOU SWEET YOUNG CHILD.”

have been dating someone. Do you honestly think I spill the entirety of my heart and soul out onto the Great and Terrible Cyberspace for any mortal man to read?

AHA. The answer to that is no. Of course I don’t. I spill only a very minimal amount of heart and soul, because the cleanup afterwards is absolutely atrocious. Which means that I HAVE SECRETLY BEEN DATING SOMEONE IN SECRET FOR THE PAST *counts on fingers* NINE-ISH MONTHS.

And not a single one of you knew it. HA. i’m so clever.

The interesting thing, however, is while you didn’t know I was actually dating someone, you do, in fact, know who it is.

Because I have mentioned him on this blog exactly once. I mean, I always meant to mention him more, but like. . .he doesn’t like the internet? He wouldn’t let me??? He kind of got upset when I mentioned him the first time, so. . . Yeah. That was kind of scary.

But because he is now apparently my betrothed, he’s allowing me to make this announcement post like the amazing boyfriend fiance (???? EW ????) that he is.

Ladies and gents, boys and girls, cupcakes and cookies, marshmallows and bean fronds. . .my future husband is none other than Steve.

Yes. Steve. Steve from my Valentine’s Day post. Steve who I said I loved more than apple pie itself. (i never said this.) Steve, who is sort of insanely obsessed with stripes but is adorable, nonetheless.

S t E v E.

If you don’t remember who Steve is (seeing as though I’ve only mentioned him once ahahahahahaha WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME STEVE), allow me to tell you guys ALL OF THE THINGS.

he’s finally letting me blab all about him to my “creepy internet friends” because i said yes. it was either let me write a blog post all about us and how we met, or i’d chuck his ring into the river and watch it sink down and get eaten by a piranha. (mwahahahaha i’m so good at ultimatums [he also told me there were no piranhas in that river but like??? i don’t believe him???])

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WHO IS STEVE. . .???

Well now, I am so glad you asked this, my smol marshmallow biscuit. I know I briefly answered this question in my Valentine’s Day post waaaaaaay back in February, but I shall answer it yet again to appease your unquenchable appetite to know all about me and my future bug-killer.

Steve is Steve. There is literally no other way to describe him. Except there are other ways to describe him, as I will now depict for you in stunning color.

THING ONE. . . Steve likes stripes

As I have previously mentioned in the linked post above (*points at link*) Steve really, really, really likes stripes. Like. . .it’s almost hit the point where it’s becoming an unnaturally disturbing obsession. But I mean everyone has their own little quirks, right? And if the absolute strangest thing about my favorite little weirdo is the fact that he likes stripes more than checks, I’m pretty sure I can live with this.

please don’t start wearing checks, steve. . .

THING TWO. . . Steve has a dog!!!!

A Bluetick Hound, to be exact. And it’s probably the cutest little puppy of ever. She’s this adorable little ball of floof and spunk, and I’m pretty sure this is 110% why I decided to marry this stripe-obsessed freak.

jk i love you, steve.

THING THREE. . . Steve hates the internet

And this right here, children, is why I’ve completely failed to mention my wonderful Steve in any of my blog posts since February.

I guess this just feeds the worldview of “opposites attract”, but while I’m kind of obsessed with blogging and talking to my internet friends (who Steve obviously thinks are serial murderers bent on learning my whereabouts in order to decapitate me in my sleep) through the dead of night, Steve is more of the “the internet is a terrible awful horrible place filled with murderers and stalkers who will kill you with a chainsaw” caliber. Which means he absolutely refuses for me to mention him on any sort of internet platform, including my blog.

Except for today, of course. Today is a very special day, which means that Steve has finally allowed me to tell you guys ALL OF THE THINGS about our very secretive relationship.

And also, as I mentioned before, I kind of blackmailed him into letting me do this. So yeah. There’s always that.

However, Steve’s rather unfortunate distaste for the internet has proven to be rather fun and interesting, because. . .

THING FOUR. . . Steve loves snail mail

And this is probably one of my favorite things about him, to be honest. In today’s day and age, where cell phones and computer screens are our constant form of communication with other humans, snail mail is such a lost form of art. It seems like nowadays the only true mail we get are birthday cards, bills, AARP invitations, and that random sample of adult diapers that appeared on our front stoop one day.

But that’s not the case with Steve. Although he does have an extreme aversion to all things electronic and digital, even he cannot deny the convenient functions of a rubber duck* cell phone. So while we do text back and forth every single day, he also sends me letters.

lot of letters. Like, I’m pretty sure this guy has to write me a letter every single day in order for all these notes to come in such a continuous stream, but I mean ??? I’m definitely not going to complain. I’ve got a shoebox full of letters and a heart full of happiness and a Steve.

It’s like I’m living my own personal You’ve Got Mail over here. . .

ARTHUR WEASLEY GET OUT OF MY BLOG POST

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All right, so even though you now know just a tiny little handful of all the things Steve-ish, you’re probably STILL a little confused by this rather sudden engagement announcement. However, I can personally assure you that while it may seem slightly sudden and fraudulent to you, it is most certainly not sudden (or fake) to us.

As I mentioned above, Steve and I have been together for about nine-ish months. And if you’ve read that Valentine’s Day post I linked to earlier, you will have remembered that Steve and I met on January 13th. That’s nine months of being together, learning each other’s quirks, sending each other snail mail, listening to my terrible puns. . .

wait why did this guy want to marry me again. . .???

Believe me. I think I can speak for both of us when I say this is not sudden in the least.

However, since I’m sure you’re all just dying to know ALL OF THE THINGS about Steve and I (seriously, guys, why are you so invested in our lives, sheesh.), I think there’s one last thing I need to tell you all regarding Steve and I.

And that one thing is, of course, how we met.

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. . . STORY TIME WITH KENZIE! – The Day I Met The Steve . . .

Snow. There was snow everywhere. It was like the abominable snowman had inwardly imploded and scattered his freshly destroyed remains across my entire town. There was snow in the trees. Snow on the cars. Snow in the cars. Snow in my boots. Snow in my hair. Snow in the ditches and the creek and the barber shop. (not entirely sure how it got there but okay.)

Pretty much all I can remember about that day was the crushing, glistening, absolutely beautiful snow, because despite the fact that the temperature was dipping below three degrees, I had decided — in my absolutely normal state of mind — to bundle up in my woolly socks and Michelin Man coat and go for a walk.

Out in the snow.

And the three degree weather.

#smurt.

And thus, with my nose like a cherry and my lips as blue as huckleberry, I set off in the general direction of our town’s slightly crummy park, making my way past rows upon rows of snow-encased houses strung with stale Christmas lights.

As usual, this Saturday morning in January had started out just like any other. It was cold. It was wet. I was — as usual — bored out of my wits and looking for any source of adventure that I could find. However, unlike every other slow and drowzy Saturday that I have witnessed in my very few years on this earth, this was the day when Adventure™ finally found me.

Or rather. . .when a dog finally found me.

A Bluetick Hound, to be precise.

There I was, kicking my heels into the empty park’s barren snow as I sat on a rusted-out swingset that the city counsel had randomly deemed safe enough for the children of our sad little town to swing upon, when all of a sudden a tiny little bundle of snowflakes and fur started leaping at my legs, it’s tongue lolling out the side of its mouth like some sort of slobbery little twizzler.

This, of course, was simultaneously surprising and extremely terrifying, and so, naturally, I decided to fall backwards off my rusty swing in shock.

#nailed it

All I really remember from that fall was the impact of a thousand ice glaciers spearing straight up into my spine from the chunks of ice and frozen dirt beneath me, the air whooshing out of my lungs with all the gusto of a man’s dying breath, and a very slight burning sensation as my retinas were spontaneously torn apart with the ferocity of an angry noon-day sun as it shone straight down upon me.

And then, so suddenly it knocked away whatever little air my lungs had miraculously retained from the fall — my tiny snow monster friend had leapt straight onto my stomach and began attacking me ferociously with its slobbery tongue.

It was a very uncomfortable situation, I can assure you. One minute, I was swinging idly by myself in an eerily abandoned park in the dead of winter, and the next. . .doggo. Doggo right on my face.

I can’t even tell you how long I sat there, wrestling with this strange little poof of tongue and floopy ears as I struggled to push it off my face, but finally — after many coaxings and possibly a threat or two — I was able to shove the tiny doggo off my chest and sit up again, my hands clawing at my snow-caked, slobber-soaked hair that now clung in extremely disgusting and very wet clumps against my face. Which, of course, had just been graciously scrubbed red, raw, and blistering clean by the doggo now sitting like a proud sentry beside me, its wagging tail thwacking into the snow in solid thwumps.

And it was at that precise moment, my friends, that I heard it.

The laughter.

And even after all this time, I’m still not sure which I find creepier — being attacked by a potentially savage dog in the middle of an abandoned park, or hearing disembodied laughter coming from behind you in the middle of said abandoned park.

to be honest, i’m pretty sure it’s the latter.

Suffice to say, my first instinct after hearing someone laughing maniacally behind me was to leap to my feet and book it back down the street towards the safety of my house, leaving behind both my personal face scrubber and whatever freak just so happened to be lurking somewhere in the park behind me. However, because I am nothing if not an idiot, I did the next best thing.

I whipped right around to face the phantom laugher head-on.

Now, I’m not exactly sure what I was expecting when I turned around. I think I was expecting an axe-murderer. Or a man with a severed head encased in a shopping bag. (don’t look at me this has happened at this park before, peasants). Or the Grim Reaper come to collect my soul and take me away to the Afterlife.

What I was NOT expecting, however, was a Steve standing beside the only tree in the park, with a forest green leash dangling from his hands and an idiotic smile plastered against his face.

The second I saw the leash, it became blatantly obvious to me that the raving lunatic dog (that was absolutely adorable but SHHHHH this obviously does not matter) that had been attacking my face mere moments before belonged to none other than laughing Joe here. And then, shortly after this comprehension, came the sudden and rather aggravating realization that the maniac I saw before me had most definitely been watching me wrestle with his slap happy dog in the snow for the past ten minutes.

And had not once lifted a finger to help.

Oh no. He preferred to just stand there. Laughing at me. Watching as my shock turned to mortification which quickly dissolved into anger.

And so, in my seething fury that held absolutely no embarrassment whatsoever — with my hair dripping with slobber and my face about as bright as the Northern Lights from the frantic scrubbing of a doggo tongue — I did the one thing that any sane mortal human would do in a situation such as this. . .

Bunching my fingers into the packed snow beside me, I heaved a solid chunk straight out of the earth, balled it between my gloved fists like an artist molding clay, and, with all the force of a great typhoon, I threw a snowball directly at his face.

And in all my years of snowball flinging, I have never — no matter how hard I tried — threw a snowball with such accuracy as this one.

With a gloriously resounding SMACK! my snowball’s aim held true. One moment, Steve was just innocently standing there, mocking my evident distress and anger. The next, his face had been completely transformed into the very reincarnation of a mutant snowman.

Now, I wish I could say that this bizarre human being I met on a cold Saturday morning was put off by my very blunt form of payback. I wish I could say he had taken the hint that I was a very angry and smol bean and had just left me in the freezing wet snow with naught but my extreme aggravation towards him to keep me company. I wish I could say he’d just left me there to hate him forever.

But, unfortunately for me, this was not the case. Because instead of continuing to be the jerk that I so desperately needed him to be (BECAUSE KENZIE DON’T DO ROMANCE, PEASANTS), receiving an angry snowball to the face was just the incentive he needed to start laughing yet again. And then, before I could become even more upset with this obviously disturbed individual — because SERIOUSLY, DUDE, CAN YOU NOT TELL THAT I AM SEETHING OVER HERE — he offered an extremely awful but still acceptable apology for not helping me with the dog earlier — amidst a lot of horribly concealed laughter, because apparently watching me squander in the snow while a dog licked my face was “adorable”??? — volunteered to pull me up out of the snow (ew. chivalry.), and then promptly demanded that I let him get me some hot chocolate to make up for it.

And this, my dear peasants, is what caught me off-guard.

Because he said hot chocolate.

HOT.

CHOCOLATE.

Not coffee. Not tea. Not any other disgusting drink that most normal people consume in irrational amounts. Just hot chocolate. Pure chocolatey goodness that had no added caffeine or raving teens obsessing over it because it was the new trend.

It is completely safe to assume that at this point all ill-will I had previously felt towards this bizarre person had quickly dissolved into  extreme excitement for hot chocolate.

Because I love hot chocolate. Obviously.

And also his doggo — very cleverly named Blue the Bluetick Hound (such cleverness. much wow.) — was absolutely precious and he offered to let me hold her leash and I mean??? How could I pass that up? And also he TOTALLY OWED ME SOME HOT CHOCOLATE AFTER LAUGHING AT ME, GUYS.  DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT.

So yes. I accepted his offer of escorting me through town so that a bloody axe-murderer couldn’t murder me, got to watch Blue romp through the snow and sneeze out snowflakes, and drank some extremely awful hot chocolate* with the crazy who would quickly become one of my closest friends of all time.

And that, my friends, is the story of how I met my future husband. I was attacked by his slightly feral dog, he laughed at me a lot, and I threw a snowball at his face.

I mean, I think somebody needs to call Disney, because that is some seriously #relationshipgoals right there. . .

*I think that was the worst hot chocolate I’ve ever drank in my life. It was hilarious. XD

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And there you have it, folks. That is basically all I can say about Steve.  I think this is the part of the post where I’m supposed to insert some disgustingly adorable photos of me and Steve together, but there is literally no way on earth he’s going to let me splatter his face all over Cyberspace. It’s kind of a miracle he’s even letting me write up this post, to be honest. But that’s okay. Someday I’ll convince him that there aren’t any cyberstalkers who are going to come find us and hack us up into a thousand tiny little bits with their rusted out pitchforks.

In the meantime, however, I guess you’ll just have to be left wondering what The Steve actually looks like. It’s a shame, I know, but maybe someday I’ll actually have a picture to share with you all. (hopefully. maybe. probably not.)

But anyway, this post has already bypassed what any sane person would consider a “normal blog post” length, so I think I’m going to have to wrap things up for now. If you’ll excuse me, my rusty pitchfork and I have some people to cyberstalk. . .



TALK TO ME, PEASANTS!

So! What do you think of The Kenzie getting married? Does it feel too sudden? Too rushed? My sister thinks it’s too soon, but like. . .? We’re in love, guys. And everyone knows if you’re in love, there’s absolutely no way this can possibly fail. Obviously.

But anyway, I think this post has spent way too much time talking about me, so let’s talk about you now, eh? Have YOU ever been so in love you got married within six months?? Have you ever been engaged? Which cake is better — chocolate or vanilla? Do you think Steve and I should play this song at our wedding? (because we are totally playing that song at our wedding. . .) What do you think of Steve and I’s meeting? (he’s a freak, I’m telling you.) and most importantly. . .

DO YOU PREFER COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE???

Because that question is totally relevant to this entire post.

Let’s talk about ALL OF THE THINGS!!!! down in the comments below, shall we? And as always, until next time. . .

*flings cookies in the air and disappears*

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writer // dreamer // full-time dragon enthusiast // Moriarty // Jesus Freak // I also enjoy flinging cookies everywhere. Preferably at your face.

28 thoughts on “A Special Announcement. . .

  1. AJIDHDJSOAKAJSHODHDNSPS!!!!! CONGRATULATIONS!!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I’M SO EXCITED FOR YOU!!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉👊👊👊👊👊👊👊❤❤❤❤👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👍👍👍👍👍❤❤🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉
    Oh my goooooooooooooooossssshhhhhh thank you for telling us!!!! Are you excited? CUZ WE ARE!!!!!!!!

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    1. ASDFGHJKL PENNY!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗 You are literally the sweetest! 💗💗

      And um….I’m slightly terrified, to be honest. Ahahahahahahaha… *nervous laughter intensifies*

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    1. I GOT YOUR SCREAMINGS AND YOUR SPAM. Although I would appreciate it if you sent some real meat every once and a while. The gelatin mush from a can is not very tasty.

      AND I’M STILL IN SHOCK, AS WELL. AHA. *hides head under paper bag* YES. YES WE DID TALK ON DISCORD. But like…..secrets. They are secrets…because they are kept secret. XD And also we need to talk on Discord again soon…

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  2. You cheeky little blighter! I have such TRUST ISSUES NOW, KENZIE. You, of all people, managing to be a sane chickadee and not spew the intimate details of your life on the internet like we all expect you to, here, lurking for NINE BLOOMING MONTHS hiding this.
    First: call Hallmark or Disney or someone or WRITE THAT AUTOBIOGRAPHY ALREADY because this is your ticket.
    Second: You’re too adorable, honestly, oh my stars.
    Third: This post was suspiciously short. I don’t know if Steve is good for you.
    Fourth: CONGRATULATIONS! OH MY WORD. I’M GONNA GO FLAIL FOR A MILLION YEARS. (Wait, didn’t you just mention wedding songs in the chat…..)

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    1. I AM SORRY, PHEOBE. I WANTED TO TELL YOU. TRULY, I DID. (And also I don’t think your trust issues have gotten any better with me, have they?? Aha. *sweats nervously*)

      Ugh, I KNOW. But if you only knew how much I wanted to tell you guys sooner. It was just a matter of timing and procrastination and…um…finding the right words to say.

      Oh, I’ll definitely be contacting Disney. I mean, SOMEONE has to make this into a musical, and unfortunately for me, I’m only good at coming up with the names for musical numbers. Such as The Snowball’s Aim Held True. I think that’s the final song for the musical. It’s totally lovely-dovey and sappy and all that good stuff. 😂

      MEEP. I AM GLAD YOU THINK THIS. Or rather…THOUGHT this. Because I’m not sure you still think this. 😂😂😂

      I feel like my posts having been getting strangely shorter??? THIS IS ATROCIOUS. I AGREE THAT IT IS ENTIRELY STEVE’S FAULT.

      MEEEP!!!! Thank you so much, Phoebe!!! And YESSSSS! I did, actually. #foreshadowing

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  3. Awwwwwww! What a cuuuuute meeting story!!!! That is precious that he writes you actual letters! My husband and I wrote a lot of actual letters back and forth, as well. Mostly because I didn’t communicate well in person, so I needed to write down all the things! (I’m still better at writing than talking, but I’m continuing to work on it)

    I LOVE HOT CHOCOLATE and totally agree with you about all the other gross drinks. :nods:

    Too fast? Who am I to say? I have friends who dated for 9 years before getting married, and other friends who got engaged within 3 months and married 7 months after that. Both are still happily together, having just celebrated their 12th and 14th anniversaries, respectively). My husband and I fell in love and got engaged a year after we’d met, and married 10 months after we got engaged. 3 states, 4 moves, and 4 children later, we also just celebrated our 14th anniversary. 🙂

    CONGRATULATIONS on your engagement! (And I promise, I’m not a crazy cyber-stalker. I don’t even own a pitchfork).

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    1. Oh my goodness!!! That is absolutely ADORABLE!!!! I’m actually much better at writing things down than talking to people in person, too, so I definitely understand you on that. 💗

      UGH YES. HOT CHOCOLATE IS MY FAVORITE. Coffee makes me feel like a hyper cricket. 😂

      Oh. My. Word. THIS IS LITERALLY THE MOST ADORABLE THING EVER. And OH MY GOODNESS CONGRATULATIONS ON 14 YEARS!!! That is so wonderful, and I want to give you all of the cookies!!
      Also it’s so cool how every single marriage is different time-wise… Every single story is different, and I think that’s my favorite thing about people. They all come from different walks, and yet somehow, they all fit together.

      OH MY GOODNESS YOU COULD NEVER BE A CYBERSTALKER. You are much too sweet! And honestly, I don’t own a pitchfork, either. I want to someday, though. And then I shall name him Rupert and we shall live happily together. XD

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  4. WHAT ON EARTHHHHH!!! CONGRATULATIONSSSS!!!!!!! I mean…I knew there was something up when I asked you about Steve in the Valentine’s day post, and you evaded it awkwardly XD XD I”M JUST–I”M SPEECHLESS. Or I was. I still am. I”m just not finger-typing-less.
    OH I”M SO HAPPY FOR Y’ALL!!! YAYY!!! AND A 6 MONTH ENGAGEMENT IS NOT WEIRD AT ALL (my oldest brother had a four month engagement :D)
    AND YOUR MEETING!!!!!!! AWWW!!!! IT”S JUST….I CAN”T–IT”S SO UNROMANTIC IT”S ROMANTIC. Disney definitely needs to hook up with you for that story….it’s be one of the best hits XD
    What’s his last name???? What’s his middle initial?! I need to know all the things!!!! And, if you ever want to chat about wedding decor or something, I’m always open!!!! Have you decided on a place yet?!

    *Ijustcouldn’thelplaughingwhenyousayfuturehusband…..itsoundssoooofunny XD XD*

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    1. Being evasive is the one thing I’m good at, it seems. Aha. 😂

      Ooh, really? SEE???? MY SISTER DOES NOT KNOW WHAT SHE IS TALKING ABOUT, OBVIOUSLY. 😂

      Dude. Our meeting was probably the peek of our relationship, to be honest. Literally nothing can top that. XD I’m seriously thinking it needs to be turned into a musical number. 😂

      THESE ARE THINGS I CANNOT TELL YOU, BUNNY. He’d totally think you are a cyber stalker if I did that. XD Oh, I definitely know what wedding decor I’m doing. Corpse Bride ALL of the way. XD

      IT DOES SOUND VERY WEIRD DOESN’T IT. *nervous laughter*

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  5. But….but…what about Moriarty?? *weeps one tear from left eye for the forsaken Moriarty*

    EEEEEK WE FINALLY GOT YOU MARRIED AFTER ALL YOUR JANE AUSTEN TALK AND NO MAN INDEPENDENCY!!!!!! XD XD ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ CONGRATULATIONS!!!! EEK YOUR PARENTS MUST BE SO HAPPY!!!

    Honestly…ACKK KENZIE I CAN'T SEE YOU MARRIED WITH A HUSBAND THAT'S JUST NOT OKAY NO YOU WILL ALWAYS BE A SMOL WRITERLY BEANCHILD TO ME!

    Also there is no way on this earth I'm skipping your wedding. XD I'm gonna be there, soooo…

    AND STEVEY IS SO PERFECT FOR YOU EEEK YOU TWO ARE WAY TOO CUTEEE!!!!! AND THAT STORY IS LITERALLY PERFECTION!! ALSO WUT YOU HAVE WAITED WAYYY TOO LONG TO TELL US THIS. SHAME ON YOU. SHAME ON YOUR NEIGHBOR. SHAME ON YOUR COW.

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    1. Um. Excuse you. Moriarty is never forsaken. He is still very near and dear to my heart, and once Steve is dead, we shall be reunited. (Stop looking at me, Steve, that was a joke…)

      I know, right??? This is a nightmare. I always thought I was stronger than this. Ugh.
      They are!!! At least…I think they are… It’s a very confusing situation, getting married at my age…

      I AM STILL A SMOL WRITERLY BEANCHILD, CRICKET. I shall always be a smol writerly beanchild. No amount of Steves and weddings could change that, I promise you.

      Lol!! You definitely have to be there, my friend!!! I shall force Steve to let you come.

      MEEP I AM SO SORRY. I KNOW IT HAS BEEN FAR TOO LONG. I wanted to tell you all the minute he asked, but like???? Timing. And….other stuff??? #awfulexcuses

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  6. 2018 has proven to be quite the year for engagements and weddings. Congratulations, Kenzie! How exciting! That first meeting story is perfect (I have to admit, I’m tempted to think you made it up)!
    please assure Steve that while I do own a rusty pitchfork (and rusty scythe) I am not the sort to murder people.

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    1. It really has, though, hasn’t it??? I think there’s something in the air..

      And meep!! Thank you! That is so sweet of you!!! 💗💗💗💗 And aha. Hahaha. WHAAAAAAT? I could never have made this up…

      WAIT WHAT DO YOU REALLY OWN A RUSTY PITCHFOR??? And oh yeah, you definitely don’t fit the profile of a murderer. You just have a fondness for collecting rusty tools. There’s nothing wrong with that.

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  7. Woah Kenzie that’s insane! Congratulations! I haven’t been on your blog for a couple months so it was a really big surprise to come back and see this! You’ll have to tell us your wedding plans when you get to that part- I’m sure it will be amazing 🙂 (Also- I agree with Steve. The internet is scary, but your WordPress website is one of the few places it is not 🙂 )

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  8. …there is always another method of procrastination, Kenzie. Always.

    Anyway. WOW. Apparently I missed the Valentine’s Day post? because I had no idea who Steve was and I had to go read that post just now.

    (Is it weird that I’m picturing him blonde?? because you mentioned apple pie and stripes and my mind added stars and got Captain America xP xP)

    I was so excited to read this post, and I hope everything works out amazingly, Kenzie! 😀

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