–Me: Not even a little. Take a look at this!
–Sasha: Holy shit! Look at that rock!!! LOVE IT!!!!! Tell me what happened after you said yes!
–Me: What do you think happened? We enjoyed a lot of make-up sex.
–Sasha: Aha! So you DID take off the coat!
–Me: Well… OK, let’s call it even on the bet.
–Sasha: I feel like I’ve been ripped off, but okay. *wink* I get to be your maid of honor, right?
–Me: Of course! Can you find the time, though?
–Sasha: Grant will have to let me take some PTO. I have so many hours carried over from last year that HR is after me to use them up. Otherwise they’ll have to pay me money for the unused hours, and you know HR would rather cut off its own balls.
–Me: LOL, there’s some imagery. Regardless, awesome!
–Sasha: Let me know when you’re going to be home so I can drool all over your ring!
–Me: Sunday evening? Emmett and I have some stuff to go over regarding the ceremony and so on.
–Sasha: Okay! I’ll be sure to be home. Hey, does this mean you’re coming back to GrantEm?
–Me: I think so. I’ll have to talk with Emmett about it, but I don’t want to work anywhere else.
–Sasha: Awesome. I’m so happy for you, girl!
–Me: Love you!
–Sasha: Love you back! *blowing kisses*
Chapter Fifty-Five
–Dad: So where’s my grandbaby?
–Me: It hasn’t even been a month, Joey. Also stop pretending to be my father. It’s really annoying.
–Dad: I speak for him via my fingers.
–Me: The same fingers you use to wipe his ass?
–Dad: Your crudity doesn’t deserve a response.
–Me: If he’s too lazy to type up his own texts, he doesn’t get to bug me.
–Dad: I suggest you be more accommodating. Unless you really want be embarrassed.
–Me: Not really a threat. One, he’s an embarrassment just by being who he is. And two, I’ve become immune.
–Dad: You don’t think so? He’ll boycott your wedding. Just imagine how that will feel.
–Me: Please tell my father that I wish him the best of luck boycotting a wedding he won’t be invited to.
–Dad: WHAT?! You can’t do that.
–Me: Watch me.
Chapter Fifty-Six