The Jumbo-Tron, a Bottle of Milk and a Toilet Seat

When I arrived home today I noticed something was amiss. Our friendly dementor had been moved from his usual post on an arm chair and was sitting in the middle of the room. I figured my roommate had moved it as a joke (because nothing is funnier than a dementor in your front room.) As it turned out, the dementor was sitting on a box that had my name on it. My boyfriend, James, pointed it out as I was walking into the kitchen to get my mail. I should have known something was up.
Inside the first box was a toilet seat (new, don't worry) on top of another box. I realized that this was a nod to a high school dance asking out thingy (I can't think of a better term.) James had mentioned that in high school one of his friends asked a girl to prom by giving her a toilet with a note, "Will you toilet seat go to the prom with me?" Funny. Inside that box was another one with a bottle of milk taped to the top of it. This one was a reference to a proposal idea our friend Emily had that involved dropping the ring in the milk and making me drink it. This isn't a good idea for a couple of reasons, one of which is lactose intolerance. Very funny. There was yet another box, this time it was emblazoned with pictures of a Jumbo-tron. I had previously shot down the idea of a basketball game proposal. I think it's tacky and if you are so worried about being rejected that you have to propose infront of a crowd, maybe she's not the right girl. Just saying. There wasn't another box after that one, just a wonderfully sweet book about us. The last page had a picture of James, kneeling and holding the ring box. When I looked up, he was in the same position and he asked me to marry him.
I said yes, of course.
We're getting married Saturday, August 7th at the Oquirrh Mountain Temple.
I am really exicted and so is James.

Can you tell?