How Shawn melts my brain and makes me love him simultaneously:
Hillary: We need to apply for a marriage licence this week.
Shawn: We don't have a marriage licence yet?
Hillary: Well have you applied for it?
Shawn: I thought you would have done it by now.
Hillary: *shooting evil death glare*
Shawn: Want to go for ice cream?
Last night Shawn informed me that he is planning a surprise for me. A wedding surprise. A surprise at the wedding. Does this seem like a bad idea to anyone else? Because I was all "you can't doooo this to me!" which I know seems really ungrateful but let me explain:
A: I do not love surprises under normal circumstances; under extremely emotional, potentially stressful circumstances, a surprise just seems like a bad idea.
B: I obsess over everything. By telling me 3 weeks in advance that he's planning a surprise, it's pretty much guaranteed that I will not stop thinking (or talking) about potential surprises for the next 3 weeks. This is bad for everyone involved.
C: I dream big. Since finding out about the surprise, I've already come up with the following:
-Shawn and my friends in England have coordinated a "we flew 9 hours to come to your wedding!" surprise
-Shawn has finally given in to my plea that Stella needs a baby brother and will present me with a brand! new! puppy!
-Shawn has finally convinced the rest of the band that they need to cover "Summer of '69" (because seriously - WHO REFUSES THE BRIDE'S SONG REQUEST??)
when really, the surprise is probably more along the lines of "hey! look! we got solid-coloured ties!"
That being said, is it not the sweetest thing that he's planning a surprise? Gah - he frustrates me beyond belief but he also manages to make me feel warm and fuzzy at the same time.