I popped the question to Lena one afternoon in Gainesville over frozen yogurts. (“Popped” may not be exactly the right word — she knew it was coming — but that was when I did the one-knee/ring thing.) I had run out to the TCBY and asked the girls there to hide Lena’s ring in the bottom of her cup. They were very excited about it. I brought it home and we sat on the sofa chatting about going to Disneyworld and quietly eating our frozen yogurts. As she reached the bottom, Lena screwed her face into a grimace and said, “What the hell is this crap in my yogurt?” Later came the knee and the happy tears and lots and lots of sex.
So it was with much amusement that I read about Reed Harris and Kaitlin Whipple, a couple from New Mexico who found themselves sharing similar, if not identical circumstances.
Reed took Kate and a couple of other friends to Wendy’s for frosties. (If you don’t know, Wendy’s is a burger joint that sells a thick ice cream milk shake called a frosty. It’s thick enough that you have to eat it with a spoon — your brain would implode if you tried to move it up a straw.) Reed had the person who prepared the shake hide his engagement ring to Kate in her frosty. The other couple knew what Reed was up to, and the excitement around the table to uncover the ring was so high that they all three challenged the unsuspecting Kate to a frosty-eating contest. Kate won hands-down, slurping her shake in record time.
Everyone waited, then stared, then started checking their own cups… all to no avail. The trip ended in the emergency room, with a keepsake X-Ray that the happy couple will undoubtedly want to show to their children.
With a steady diet of lots of fiber and plenty of prune juice, Kate pooped out her ring soon after.
What’s the hell is this crap in my frosty? That’s your ring dear. Congratulations.