Last night I accidentally ate a pancreas. I'm pretty sure it wasn't a human one, but still. On the menu they call it "sweetbread" because if they called it "pancreas," well...
So here's some happy news for the GMTAN. I'm on Mackinac Island this weekend with my girlfriend and tonight after dinner I'm going to propose. She has no idea it's coming. I drove across the state earlier this week to sit down with her mom and dad, I picked up the ring, and this boat is full steam ahead. I know she's going to accept, I know she's the one, and still my stomach has been in knots for the last few days (although today this might be because of the pancreas). I find it strange that I can be this nervous about something I'm absolutely certain is the right thing, but I guess it's just because I've been a single guy doing what single guys do for a long time. I damn near gave her the ring yesterday just so I could stop acting weird.