-Andrew and I were about to celebrate

our first anniversary together. And I knew that he'd been itching to
ask me to marry him. And he was scared. Like a little tiny bird.
So I started leaving him hints here and there because I knew he
wouldn't have the guts to ask, but...

-That's not exactly how it happened.

-No?

-No, no
I mean, I picked up on all her hints.
This woman's about as subtle as a gun.
What I was worried about was that she might find this little box...

-Oh! The decoupage box that he made where he'd taken the time to cut
out tiny, little pictures of himself. Yes.
Just pasted all over the box. So beautiful.
So I opened that beautiful, little decoupage and out fluttered these
tiny, little hand-cut heart confettis.
And once they cleared,I looked down, and I saw the most beautiful,
big...

-Fat nothing. No ring

But inside that box...underneath all that crap, there was a little
handwritten note with the address to a hotel, date, and time.
Real Humphrey Bogart-type stuff.
Masculine.
Anyway, naturally, Margaret thought

- I thought he was seeing someone else.

- What?

-Yeah, it was a terrible time for me,but I went to that hotel anyway.
I went there and I pounded on the door,but the door was already
unlocked.
And as swung open that door, there he was...

-Standing.

- Kneeling.

- Like a man.

- On a bed of rose petals, in a tuxedo.

And he was choking back soft, soft sobs. And when he held back the
tears and finally caught his breath, he said to me...

-"Margaret, will you marry me?"

And she said, "Yep." The end.