Tony has no shame. None. I think he lost it somewhere, but he is not looking for it, that's for sure.

For Valentine's Day, Tony and I went out to dinner at one of our favorite little restaurants in town. It's a nice, classy joint with fancy drinks and expensive entrees.
Tony wore a vest.
I bought it for him for Christmas because I thought it would look cute on him, and it does.
(I also bought him a scarf, because the whole month of December he walked around saying, "My neck is cold.")
So anyway, back to the vest. It has two little tiny pockets in the front. They are decorative. They're not even big enough to put anything in, so they're not really for storage. And, well, you'll see why they're not made to keep your hands warm.

This is what Tony did once he was done eating:





I was just giggling and taking photos, and the conversation went like this:
(In all seriousness) Tony: "What are you laughing about?"
Me: "Those pockets are not made to put your hands in. You look ridiculous."
Tony: "No I don't. I look awesome." (This is one of Tony's go-to phrases.)
Me: Silence.
Tony: "Well, here. Let's ask the waitress."
Me: "Ask the waitress what?"
Tony: "If I look ridiculous."

And he did. He asked her. In fact, he summoned her over and said, "I have a question for you" in the "Can I talk to your manager" voice.
Pause.
"Do you think I look ridiculous with my hands in my pocket like this?"

She said no. (She wanted her tip, I'm sure.)
Tony was so proud of himself.

Tony just called himself my fianco, the male version of fiance.

I have new posts coming soon, I promise!

Tony says all the wrong things, and it is funny

We just downloaded these new games on our iphones called "Associate This" where it gives you words, and you have to type in words that associate. It ends up being a big web and words are interconnected, etc. There are a couple of versions of the game, the general version, the movie version, USA version and one simply called "Girls." Last night we wanted to try and fill one out together and our remaining choices were "USA" and "Girls." We chose girls because I decided that Tony could complete USA by himself, but might need my help for Girls.

So we start out, and the first word is, not surprisingly, girls. We type in things like "Pink", "Diamonds", "Fashion", "Jewelery" etc. And yes, these are all answers. It's mildly offensive.

After awhile we've answered a few questions and we're trying to come up with words that associate with "Marriage" and "Love".

Me:
"Wedding"

Tony:
"Divorce!"

Eventually we learn that it starts with an "r-e"

Tony:
Regret
Reconsider
Reproduce

Yes. This is the person I'm marrying. Should I be worried?

Tony is not kidding about this beard thing, and it does not help that Zach Galafinakis was hilarious in a movie we watched last night

Yesterday Tony said,
"Today in the shower, I shampooed my beard."

This bachelor party is in April.
It is January.

Well then, here we go...

Tony is still as ridiculous as ever now that we are engaged, do not let the lack of recent posts make you think otherwise.

Tony's best friend is getting married in a few months, and they are planning his bachelor party in, where else, Las Vegas.

Last night Tony said to me:

Tony: "OH! I forgot to tell you something really important!"

Me: Oh, what?

Tony: I have decided that I am not going to shave my beard until after Jeff's bachelor party.

Me: Huh. Ok.

Tony: Don't you want to know why?

Me: Not really.

Tony: So I can look like Zach Galifianakis from the Hangover!

Me: (nothing)

Tony: What do you think of that idea?

Me: Ok. Cool.

Tony: Don't you think that's awesome?

Me: I don't really have an opinion on it.

Tony: It's going to be so awesome.

Tony asks me to marry him, and I say yes!

Usually I use this blog space to make fun of Tony, and to tease him about the silly, ridiculous things that he, well, says and does.
But not today!
Today I have very exciting news!

Tony & I are engaged!

On Christmas day, Tony got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I don't really remember what he said, but I'm pretty sure I managed to mutter the word "yes". If I didn't, then the answer is yes my darling. But you already knew that, since I have your beautiful ring on my finger already.

Tony wears his new santa hat everywhere, including the grocery store, the movie theater & parties, where he rubs it and says "feel my hat, it's soft."

This post is unrelated to the title, because I don't have anything else to say about his new obsession with his santa hat, and because I couldn't think of a clever title for this post.

Me: Hey Tony can I have a bowl of cereal?
Tony: Sure
Me: Do you want one?
Tony: No there is only enough left for one bowl.
Me: Oh, then nevermind. I will save it for you to have for breakfast.
Tony: No, you can have it.
Me: No, no, I'll find something else to eat.
Tony: No, eat it. We've got to make you fat, make you fat, make you fat. (sung)
Me: Why would you want to make me fat?
Tony: What? Huh? Oh, nothing. It's not like I'm going to eat you or something.