Cheerio, it’s me again!

You know, “The Boy.” In a short time, though, I’ll be attempting to earn a new, somewhat more meaningful title. [insert joke here]

I’ve had a long reprieve from StyHand, but hopefully my resurrection will accordingly bring some good news to prove that my long absence has not been in vain. After much wandering, discussion, soul-searching, and other yuppie expressions for “thinking,” the decision has been made. Or, perhaps more precisely, The Question has been asked … er, about to be asked.

For those of you with slow brain functioning on this lazy Saturday, that means: in a matter of minutes, I’ll be asking EP to marry me! Yes, yes, I know it’s exciting, and no, no, you can’t call, email, blog, tweet, text, or otherwise contact her for at least the next 24 hours. Why? Because I’ve sequestered her iPhone, silly – that way, she won’t get a preemptive “OMG congrats on getting hitched!!! I knew he would ask soon, have you set a date yet!?!?” message right before I get around to popping the damn question.

Ah, well, enough with preliminaries – it’s time for the fireworks! Tally-ho!

UPDATE: She said YES!!!

EP's rock