I put a ring on her finger... what could be so interesting about this story.
I knew Laura was the one because she loves cookies more than I do, and I can always convince her to make them and let me eat some... but she always eats as many as me.
There was some fiasco involved. Certain Bank of America workers were against the idea I guess. I just wanted to look at some rings, or rather the ring that I had been researching on the company's web page. So while Laura was at a conference, I walked down to the jewelry store, and instantly knew that I should buy the diamond then and there. Unfortunately I did not have my credit cards with me. Only a debt card. I thought my credit card was linked to my Debt card, so there wouldn’t be any problem. However, this was not the case. There is no sound more unnerving than a sales person saying, "William there seems to be a problem with your credit card." After about an hour of struggle with Bank of America's brilliant customer service reps, I got my Credit card number, and the ring. I ran (mind you this was in Las Vegas in August) about a mile, maybe two, back to the hotel where I collapsed on the floor from exhaustion and said, " Laura, you have to say yes, because I can't take any more stress today. Will you marry me?" she said huh? What, you are crazy, of course I will marry you. So that is the story as short as possible.