I'm officially a fiancé, and it's all sunshine and rainbows, right?

Well, mostly.

In all seriousness, it's amazing being engaged. On a lazy Sunday, I asked my girlfriend Jenni if she'd let me marry her, and she said yes! Just like I told you from day one. I'm so in love with her and I can't wait to be her husband some day.

With that out of the way, it's not all it's cracked up to be. Jenni and I have only been engaged a few days, and already there have been some...bumps in the road:


You Won't Get Anything Done The Next Day


Everyone reaching out with well wishes is great, but holy crap my body was not ready. Text messages. Facebook messages. Phone calls. Instagram comments. Twitter DM's. I love all the love we're receiving, but I need a vacation just to recover from notification burnout.



"When's The Wedding?"


I don't know. We don't know. Like, we've been engaged literally twelve seconds and you think we have the rest of our lives planned out? Can't I at least get a shot first before we figure all that crap out?



Everyone Will Want To Know How You Did It


I really should've just held a conference or something. I've had to tell the story at least 68,965 times, and every time it seems to take longer and longer. I asked, she said yes, ugly cry, the end. It was amazing.


Oh. One more thing. Baby Jesus cries every time a co-worker or friend says "I didn't even know you had a girlfriend!" We're not friends. Bye, Felicia.