I think you should know that there is a very big chance that I'll never be anything but below average in the kitchen ... for real.
If you want to spend the rest of your life eating desserts ... I've got that covered. I'm great with desserts but anything else? Not so much.
Today your future sister-in-law asked me to make some Jello to contribute to Sunday dinner.
She figured it was a fool-proof assignment. Turns out it wasn't so fool-proof.
Once I had the water boiling I looked for a spoon with which to stir the Jello ... I didn't have one. (Do you have spoons with which to stir things?)
When it was time to leave my house I backed out of the driveway and the Jello splashed out ... all over my car. (I guess it wasn't set up enough.)
I parked the car and ran back inside. Alas, I had no Saran Wrap with which to cover the Jello. (Do you have Saran Wrap with which to cover things?) I found a grocery bag and put the bowl of Jello inside the grocery bag, and wiped up the Jello that was all over the front seat. But there was a part I couldn't reach.
And then just when I thought things were finally under control I couldn't get that dang garage door to shut. Seriously Jason...I'm going to throw that opener in the garbage. What good is it?
I had to put the car back in park and run in and shut the garage from inside.
And then guess what...I was late for church. Lovely. Nothing like the bishop's daughter showing up late for church.
So I guess I'm telling you all of that to ask 'Do you still want to marry me even if I'm a failure in the kitchen and I'm sometimes late for church?'
With great love and affection,
Your Fiance who you haven't seen in nearly 7 years.