First of all, because I KNOW my family e-stalks me on this thing, I have to announce that I Am Not Getting Married.
Really. I have two lifetime commitments and those are to Jesus and the lady who does my eyelash extensions (Hi Shelsea! Hi!) and if I’m overdue for a fill and the only availbility she has is on a Sunday. Well. I don’t think I need to finish that sentence.
Anyhoodle, for NO REASON AT ALL I’ve had marriage on the mind recently, particularly engagement, so I’ll ask a question about that.
Today Miss Plumcake wants to know:
What do we think of the tradition of the fiancé asking Big Daddy’s permission before popping the question? Is it a sweet gesture or patronizing insult?