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OK, so we realize there might be a few guests coming who've yet to meet either Jenny or myself, so here's a little background info on us:
Jennifer Flory was raised by a migrant band of immigrant sharecroppers. Illiterate until the age of 19, she spent her childhood mugging tourists to sustain her addiction to peach schnapps. She visits her younger brother, Apu, on the weekends during Joliet Correctional's visiting hours where he has been since he was involved in a tragic bass-fishing mishap that left 7 people dead. He maintains it was an accident.

Currently she works as an editor at the Radiological Society of North America in Oak Brook Terrace, which more than anything means that I can never watch ER with her without hearing comments from the peanut gallery. She'll be 26 this January. (Flavored whole-bean coffee is always a good gift.)

Jenny's hobbies include playing with Scooby, worrying about the car, complaining about Naperville people, and not cooking.
Scott Eberhart grew up in the forests off of Cal-Sag after most of his family was eaten by a bear. Discovered at the age of twelve by a German family that was more than a little lost, he grew up on a steady diet of twigs, branches and Sweet&Low in the basement of a Parisian bungalow. At age 19, he escaped and returned to Chicago to follow his dream of meeting and marrying an illiterate sharecropper who enjoyed peach schnapps. He has two brothers, both of whom are confined to their beds for various reasons.

Currently he is employed in Lombard at DonTech where he spends the majority of his time arguing with dry cleaners. He's 26 now, though slightly less mentally.

Scott's hobbies include acting like he knows more about baseball than he actually does, tickling Jenny (ribs & knees work best, FYI) and procrastinating the wedding planning.
Scott and Jenny got engaged on Christmas day 2002.

If you look carefully, you can see the box that the ring came in between the barstool and the blue table. It was about three feet by three feet by three feet and had about 25 pounds of weights taped to the bottom of it.

Then all of those pieces of tissue paper you see lying on the ground there (about 2000 pieces) were crumpled up and thrown on top.

I told her it was a TV.
Turns out it wasn't.