The second least surprising thing that happened on Friday was that Michael asked me to marry him.

The least surprising thing is that I said yes.

That’s the short version, of course, but few things irrit me more than people who imagine that you want to spend all of their days worshipping at the altar of their wuv, and hearing minute details about cake toppers and bonboniere. FFS.

So, details under the cut. And a promise to the world that I’m not going to become one of those people just because I’m going to have to throw a party.