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Sorry for the delay!  I've been a busy busy bee...

So.  Let's start at the very beginning.

Remember when I did this?  Well, two years later and the metal plate and screws were bothering me, so I set up an outpatient surgery to remove them.  That went without incident, and after two days at home, stuck in the house, I was getting a bit of cabin fever.  Fella suggested just getting out and going to lunch, as he was craving a burger from a certain restaurant.  I thought it was a weird thing to be craving, but I like that place so I said that sounded good.  When we got to the restaurant, it crossed my mind that, because this restaurant was the site of our first date, it would make an appropriate proposal location.  But lunch came and went, and was delicious, but nothing of interest happened.  And back home we went.

I was ready to cuddle up under the covers on my couch, where I'd spent the past 2 days, and Fella let Max out.  When he let Max back in, he said, "Max has something for you."  I couldn't see anything in his mouth, and I was wary, because I expected a dead critter or piece of poop or clod of dirt.  Instead I saw a pink ribbon tied in a bow.  Max came to me and laid down, as he always does, and Fella knelt down beside us, took the ribbon off Max's collar which was holding the ring, and asked me to marry him.

I, of course and obviously, said yes...