Appropriate response when someone gets engaged: I am so happy for you.
Inappropriate response: FINALLY.
And if they haven't dated awhile, believe me, you look like an even bigger moron. Case in point: the sweet spirit down at BYU who apparently thinks a courtship of seven months is unnecessarily extensive.
This is why I hate facebook. I see a friend is engaged, I want to write something nice on her wall. Instead I become infuriated by comments of a non-mutual friend who I cannot yell at via facebook wall because that would violate facebook etiquette.
(No, I am not engaged. I realize this post may cause some confusion. I'm still the same delightful old spinsty (thanks TAMN) that I always have been, and most likely always will be. :) But if Mr. Right ever does come along, he better be armed with an even bigger diamond than the one pictured above. I'm not picky, I just want some acknowledgment that I'm a grown up, and grown ups wear at least 1 carat. (No offense to anyone out there who proposed with or accepted a ring smaller than 1 carat. Console yourself with the fact that you won't die alone, and that someday you can upgrade.))
Random sidenote of the day: My friends Hannah and Brett have been pondering the wed-or-not-to-wed question lately, and Hannah has expressed some reservations about an engagement ring. Namely, she doesn't want to contribute to unethical diamond mining practices, but she does want a big-ass diamond ring. (I mean, who doesn't? Big fat liar pantses, that's who.)
So after debating this issue, my friend Kate asked her husband Ryan if her ring was blood-diamond free. He said, "No. I got yours with extra blood."
That's true love right there.