So yesterday at work, the weirdest thing happened, but it’s hard
to explain. Basically, a woman called my office looking for
George’s dad. Just by freak coincidence, did his future
daughter-in-law answer the phone.

See, my George wrote an article for my department’s newsletter
and this woman Googled his name and came up with my George’s
name, and called my office to ask if I knew who he was. Knew who
he was? He’s my fiance! Then I found out she was actually
looking for George II, not George III. For a college reunion.

I mean, it not a total coincidence, I guess, since my George got
me this job. But it was still a very weird phone call.

The exciting thing that happened was that my kind, lovely, dear,
and generous fiance actually told me that we’re going to buy the
wedding band of my dreams from the antique store in the French
Quarter where I found it. (If it hasn’t been sold in the past
week and a half.) So keep your fingers crossed!