Dear future hubster,
during the yearly routine of watching Love Actually (after having convinced/outvoted Little P that this is better than the Grinch) I realized that there is a part that might very possibly be applicable to us. And it's not where you, returning politician tell me that I weigh a lot. And while I might find your British accent very cute (provided you have one), it's not where my four super sexy sisters and I invite you to stay in our tiny house where we wear no pyjamas either, sorry.
But since the topic of accents came up: when we decide to make it official, and if you choose to discuss this matter with my family, you are probably in for some linguistic hurdles in the style of Jaime and Aurelia. While they will certainly appreciate your (supposedly) broken Hungarian, and will do their best to understand what you're trying to say, they will also be mildly unsuccesful at trying to hide their excitement that finally somebody is brave enough to put a ring on it, and will find everything you say adorable and hilarious at the same time.
And I'm almost certain somebody is going to ask you which hand of mine you want. Just to demonstrate that jokes don't translate well.
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