He proposed, and I proposed a deal, too. A simple deal, really.

We get engaged and close up the sex shop until the big night.

Totally doable.

But Mr. Future Liz thinks I won’t last a week, let alone five months, so we make the deal a bit spicier.

He wants a snowy honeymoon (ew), and I’m geared up for the Bahamas. Whoever lasts longer without the touchy, naughty, smoochy will get their dream honeymoon.

I’ve got this in the bag.