Vows this week was remarkably entertaining. Snippets:

She is the kind of woman who ... would, and did, have a tiny apple tattooed discreetly on her lower back because she eats apples all the time; the kind who would, and did, wear sparkly sneakers under an elegant strapless Italian-designed silk and organza wedding gown. [an apple tattoo because she eats apples??!]

They had their first kiss that night — “It was a good kiss, and that’s how I knew,” Mr. McKean said — and soon they were telling white lies when asked how long they had been together. “We were madly in love and we had been together, like, three weeks,” he said. [I approve of being able to tell if you're in love by the quality of the kiss. Also, I love that this article recognizes the thing that couples almost inevitably do--pretend that they've been together, dating or friendship, longer than they have.]

Last March, they went to Tiffany’s to pick out a ring. Mr. McKean figured on proposing later on. Once outside the store, however, Ms. Townsend slipped on the ring and ran with it, laughing. “I said, ‘Maeve! This is the parking lot of the store. This is not what I planned,” Mr. McKean recalled. “She said, ‘Just propose to me now.’ You can’t argue with that logic, so right there in the parking lot I told her I loved her and I wanted her to marry me.” [This is precious: she insisted that he propose immediately. As a woman lacking patience, I completely approve (I mean, insofar as I approve of men and women going together to pick out rings [crinkled up nose]).]