Weddingbee Blog

Before I tell you about the proposal, there is a little bit of giraffe history to share, so put your feet up, relax, and let’s hop in the (hot tub) time machine.

To understand Mr. Giraffe and me, you have to understand a certain someone else. A certain Uglydoll that is—an uglydoll named Babo.

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You see, I bought Babo for Mr. Giraffe as a gift for Valentine’s Day freshman year of college. He thought it was kind of funny and kind of laughed it off. Now, all Uglydolls come with cards that descirbe them, and I told Mr. Giraffe that I had bought him Babo because, although he is not the smartest Ugly around, for what he lacks in brain power he makes up for in love. What a perfect Valentine’s gift, right? I know!

A little while later he surprised me with my favorite Ugly, Wage (Babo’s best friend who works at Super Mart even though Super Mart doesn’t know he works there), and a Little Babo.

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I’m going to be honest here. I’m kind of obsessed with Uglydolls. They kind of became “our thing,” and since then, Mr. Giraffe has gotten me an Uglydoll for every holiday/birthday/awesome surprise day/etc. It’s become a full-blown obsession, for realsies.

My personal Ugly collection. See the dark purple one in the front and the little bit of the hot pink one behind it? They’re the first married Uglydolls! Hoorah! Try and count the six different Wages!

In fact, before I became Miss Giraffe, my Weddingbee avatar was a Wage. I couldn’t help myself! See, he’s adorable!

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As one of those quirky little things that couples do, Mr. Giraffe and I started incorporating Babo into our relationship. I started sending goofy photos of the Uglydoll to Mr. Giraffe while he was at work, and Mr. Giraffe set him up in silly situations while I was in class.

Long story short, we have a warm, ugly place in our hearts for these stuffed animal things.

So in Mr. Giraffe’s mind, it only made sense that this quirky part of our relationship would become part of his proposal.

That’s the back story; now here’s the rest.

I knew a proposal was coming, partly because I hate surprises and Mr. Giraffe knows this, and partly because I thought I had him all figured out.

My senior year of college, the two of us shared an apartment with two other roommates. The four of us were planning a cabin/camping trip for an upcoming weekend with a few other friends, and I knew Mr. Giraffe was going to propose that weekend. I mean, it’d be perfect, right? Out of town for the weekend and all?

Well, I came home Thursday at noon from my internship, as per usual, and had an hour until my screen-printing class. Typically I’d change out of my work clothes, eat lunch, and then leave to walk to campus.

But October 23rd was different. I heard Mr. Giraffe call me into his room, and as soon as I walked in, I knew something was up. I mean, his room was clean—that was really suspicious. His bed was made, and Babo was siitting on top of it with a note that said “Miss Giraffe.” Mr. Giraffe told me to read it (after mentioning that Babo learned to write), and I did just that.

It looked something like this:

Will you marry Mr. Giraffe?

Check one:

(Check box) Yes

(Check box) Yes

I looked up from the note, all smiles, and turned around to see Mr. Giraffe behind me, on one knee, holding a ring.

After a moment, Mr. Giraffe said, “Well?”

And, in a totally mature moment, I responded, “You’re not giving me a lot of options!”

…Mr. Giraffe has never let me forget that moment, and I admit, it probably wasn’t the right response. I mean, both boxes said the same thing. What was I supposed to say?

So that’s how it happened: at a small college apartment, just me, Mr. Giraffe, and Babo the Uglydoll. And you know what, hive? I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I look back, and I cannot picture a more perfect proposal. It was a nice goofy, sentimental moment, and I love sharing the story. It’s just so “us.”

What about you, hive? Any quirky proposals? Or any other Ugly proposals?