You know your Fiance loves you when you start to have a panic attack about reception sites/prices and instead of being irritated he puts you in the car and drives you to the liquor store and then buys you hard cider even though you spend the whole time in the car on a conference call for work and so instead of stopping the panic attack, you kind of freak out more and then when you get home he pours you some cider and sits down and watches two episodes of Gilmore Girls with you back-to-back and doesn't complain once.
That's possibly the longest not-sentence I've ever written.
P.S. Sorry about the monkey thing. I get something in my head and I have to get it out somehow.
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