James and Mégan met through their mutual friends, cousins, Ann and James Fogarty.

Dancing together for weeks on the packed night club floors of Fibbers in Toowoomba, the two love birds finally got it together and exchanged phone numbers on James' 23rd birthday.

From there they discovered a mutual love of reading, music, oppshopping, all liver destroying activities, cooking, sarcasm, general laziness and picking on people less fortunate (only joking about the last part. Okay, a little bit serious).

In 2005, after James practically living at Mégan and Loretta's (Mégan's younger sister) house, they made the committment to move in together, and come New Year in 2006, Loretta was kicked out (god these guys are cruel!) and James safely ensconced.

*Side note - Loretta was relocated to her own unit and was not hurt during the making of this story.

Things went swimmingly well from here on in.

On August 7th, 2006, a very poorly James (he had a bad cold) got down on one knee before Mégan, realised he couldn't hold out in this position, and promptly fell to two knees, and offering up a ring, asked Mégan to spend the rest of her life with him.

Mégan, thinking the poor man was begging, said yes straight away to put James out of his misery. Thankfully, she did very much want to marry James, so things worked out well there.

Freshly engaged, the happy couple purchased their first home in September 2006, and to make the place more homely, purchased a small bundle of fluff, and named him Pooty Tang.

This comes to the end of the most recent chapter of the Mégs and Mythy story, but there will be plenty more to come...