[Jimmie (duh!), music, outlaw, canary, candles]

This is absolutely the funniest thing I've ever seen.

As I walked through Jimmie's kitchen to head upstairs and surprise him since I'm off work early, I stopped in shock at the music performance going on in the middle of his family room.

Jimmie Johnson, the world's worst singer.

Belting out "Blaze of Glory" at the top of his lungs.

Jon Bon Jovi, he's not.

I'm going down in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
I'm going out in a blaze of glory
Lord I never drew first
But I drew first blood
I'm no one's son
Call me young gun

Dear god, please make it stop.

Before I die laughing and Jimmie finds me blue and not breathing on his deep pile carpet.

"You outlaw, you." I finally manage to gasp when the song finishes, Jimmie valiantly playing air guitar for all he's worth.

"Holy shit!" He jumps about a mile as he whirls around to spy me in the doorway. "What are you doing here so … oh my god, you saw all that, didn't you?"

I can only nod, afraid that if I speak, I'll shriek with laughter.

"We're going to break up now, aren't we?" He says with a boyish grin and I just want to pinch his cute little cheeks.

I nod again, and he feigns disappoint. "Damn." He mutters, walking over to me. "Can I keep the canary?"

I shake my head no, still trying to keep a straight face.

"I wouldn't want her anyway. We were going to raise her together, and I don't think I'd make a very good single parent."

I look up at the ceiling, willing myself to not laugh, hug him, or cry at his silly antics.

I'm so in love with this man it hurts.

Bad singing, chewed fingernails, hat head and all.

And, I should add, Jon Bon Jovi impersonator.

But also the same man who filled my car with roses the morning after our first date.

The same man who nearly burnt my house down with all the candles he lit one night.

The same man who streaked my neighborhood during a particularly frisky game of Truth or Dare.

The same man who promised to love me all his life.

"In fact, I was thinking … she's really turning into a lot of work, and I just don't have time to care for her as much as I would like. I was thinking, if you moved in, you could really dedicate more time to her education and upbringing."

He's asking me to…

He can't be.

"What?" I manage to squeak and he smiles that grin that makes my heart melt and my knees weak.

"You heard me." He shrugs. "I can't do it alone. I really think she needs all the attention and …"

His sentence is cut off as I throw myself into his arms, "Blaze of Glory" still echoing in my ears.