Even if it doesn't go perfect, it will be. My DH and I just celebrated our 23rd wedding anniversary and I have not yet been "officially" proposed to. Since I ruined the plan he had, he had to improvise and ended up handing me my engagement ring while we were driving 65 MPH on the Kennedy Expressway heading back into the city passing the Harlem Avenue exit ramp. (You Chicagoans know exactly where I'm talking about.) He asked me what I had done earlier in the day. After hearing me prattle on about my day, I asked, "what did you do today?" Whereby he said "I went downtown and picked something up" and then handed me the ring box. Not as romantic as it could have been but I'm not complaining.