I think that this is my longest time not posting since I started this blog.  First, I will apologize.  Since we got back from the honeymoon, I’ve been meaning to write a blog post, but then I would get distracted or busy (you’ll see why further down), and not write.  Oh, and my cute little Dell Mini has a really little brain, and since it’s two and a half years old now, it decided that it should move slower than a little old man.  It’s really annoying.  


Anyway, this post is going to cover quite a few topics, so I’m going to keep each topic as short as I know how, and I’ll include pictures (real camera pictures, not drawings…).


I’ll start with the wedding, since it was a pretty big life change and all.  In short – you all did an amazing job planning our wedding and we really couldn’t be happier.  The day was more perfect than I could have ever imagined.  There weren’t any problems throughout the day, but to be fair – if there were, someone else handled them which was awesome.  Anyway, our photographer and videographer did the most AMAZING job.  I seriously could look at the pictures ALL THE TIME.  


Here is the website for ALL of the wedding pictures: 


http://www.pictage.com/1235231

There is only a week left for you to see all of the pictures, so if you’d like to order them, you only have a week.  Unfortunately, I can’t put the pictures on my blog right now because of copyright, but eventually I’ll be able to show them to you!


Here is a link to the blog post that the photographer did with a sneak peek of the photos.


And here is a link to the wedding video.  I could watch it all the time!! 


So yes, it really was one of the best days of my life, and it went as quickly as everyone told me it would.  It’s kind of funny because I only actually remember bits and pieces of the day, almost like I was in a trance.  I CAN tell you that one of my absolute favorite parts of the day was when the priest introduced us to the church as Mr. and Mrs. Peter Romenesko.  Looking out at all of the people clapping and seeing how happy everyone was.  That was my favorite.  The priest said it very well to us – he said that this is one of the only times in our lives that so many people who love us and care for us will be in one place, and we’ll be able to see all of them.  I’m smiling just thinking about it!!


One of the BEST decisions that we made in the two and a half months of wedding planning was going on our honeymoon the day after the wedding.  Seriously.  SUCH a good decision.  Peter and I were so busy between planning and work that we both needed the entire week (I could have stayed for another!) to wind down and do nothing.  It. was. amazing.  We went to an all-inclusive resort in St. Thomas.  I can’t even start to say how great it was.  SO great.


The weather was really nice while we were there.  It was overcast every day, and only one day of rain.  At first I was a little depressed about all of the clouds all the time, but then my skin was very happy, because I would wear a lower SPF to get some color, and I didn’t get burned at all because of the cloud cover.  The last day and a half that we were there had zero clouds and 100% sun.  It was actually quite beneficial to have the last part of our trip in the full-on sun because I was able to sweat off all of the pina coladas and strawberry daquiris that I drank junk that I ate during the week.

Someone didn’t listen to his wife when she told him to wear sunscreen.  Poor Peter’s legs were RED HOT SUNBURNED, so for the entire week he had to have a towel over them.

Since there were only 2 of us, we had to take a lot of self-pictures.  We got pretty good at it!

The hotel had a pool bar, and the iguanas always relaxed there.  So we didn’t.

Sick.

The ocean was SO beautiful.  Amazingly clear.  We spent 90% of our time laying on the beach.

The view we had from the beach every day.

This was the rainy day.  Note my hair.  So gross.

The REAL reason that we were never at the hotel bar was because  there were a lot of other honeymooners there that were way more fun than Peter and me.  While we were reading on the beach and making friends with couples that have been married for 15 years, the other honeymooners were doing body shots at the pool bar.  Clearly our scene, but we decided that since we were married now we shouldn’t do body shots anymore.

Even though I made fun of him at the time, I’m really glad that Peter did this – he made a little video every day about our trip.  He just has such a great voice for voice-overs.  My little MC.

If you can believe it, this was the view straight down from our balcony on the second floor.  You can see the bottom of the ocean!  Isn’t that so great??

I FORCED Peter to go snorkeling one day.  Maybe sometime he’ll tell you the story about why he is afraid of snorkeling.  It has to do with snorkeling in Disney World when he was 12 and getting yelled at and swallowing a bunch of water.  After he told me that, he kept expressing that he did NOT want to snorkel, and after I had FINALLY convinced him, I told him that I changed my mind and didn’t want him to snorkel.  I was very afraid that he would have a panic attack in the middle of the ocean.  So, loving wife that I am, I told him that although I am a good swimmer (ten years of swimming lessons at Badger High), I wasn’t a good enough swimmer to save him if he had a panic attack.  And I would be very sad if he drowned on our honeymoon.  (He didn’t, so that’s good news.)

Look at us looking all nice on the last night of our honeymoon.  We were all set to go on a sunset cruise, but then it was lightning and stuff, and I read somewhere that it was kind of dangerous to be out in the middle of a body of water on a hunk of metal while it’s lightning.  Needless to say, the resort cancelled our cruise.  But at least we got a nice picture!

When we got back from the honeymoon, we had to get back into our real, non-inclusive resort lives where we had to pay for drinks and ice cream.  Bummer.  


The good news is that it was much less difficult than I had anticipated returning to work.  During all of the wedding planning madness, I got a promotion at work – so that’s exciting!!  So I was not only returning to work with a new last name, but a new job title and office.

Getting back into the real world also meant that there wasn’t a maid to clean our living area and make the bed every day.  Lucky for me, I am a REALLY organized person, so parts of our apartment looked like this within like, one day of being back in the real world.

Unfortunately, MOST of our apartment looked like this:

Why is it so hard for me to put the squirt bottle back in the closet after I iron??

Maybe because I can’t even put the ironing board away after I iron (right side of the picture).  And I just KNOW that there’s a carpet under all of those boxes SOMEWHERE…

Absolute WORST part of coming back from vacation: unpacking.

Nevermind.  REAL absolute worst part of coming back from vacation is all the LAUNDRY.

We spent about a week jumping over boxes with our dinner and eating in front of the TV.  Mom, I’m so sorry.

Where did these things even COME from??

For approximately one week I just dreaded coming home from work because of the above was the mess that I had to come home to.  It was so much stuff that I just didn’t even know where to start.  So I dedicated myself to unpacking one box at a time.  And then, it was super motivating when I could see the ENTIRE living room floor.  So once that was taken care of, I was ready to take on everything else.  


And then Peter’s parents came up to finish moving ALLLLLL of his stuff from his old apartment into our apartment.  So we started all over again.  But that was all taken care of fairly quickly, because I was sick of having stuff all over the place all the time.  


So now, Peter and I are 6 weeks into wedded bliss.  Things are going very well, although it is quite an adjustment living with someone after you’ve had an entire two bedroom apartment all to yourself for a year and a half.  


Because Peter and I are so used to being apart, we thought it would be best to be apart as MUCH as possible.  So this last week I went to Mexico for a work conference, this coming week Peter will be in Washington state for three days, and then next week I’ll be out west for 10 days touring beef ranches with a group of Brazilians.  You know, we thought it would be best to ease ourselves into the whole roommates for life thing…. 


While I was in Mexico, everyone was giving me a hard time for being away from my new husband so soon.  My friend from Brazil told me that it was better this way because then when we’re together it will be like we’re on our honeymoon all the time since we’re not together all the time.  Good thing we don’t have much of a choice but to test it out!


I’ll be perfectly honest – I do miss Peter when I’m traveling.  (And he SAYS he misses me, but I think that he REALLY likes being able to play video games all the time and eat as much frozen pizza as he wants.)


So, that’s been the last six weeks in a nutshell.  I’m going to try my best to post more, because I actually dislike very much having to do such a long post about so many things.  But you get the picture.

Our first formal appearance as the Romeneskos at my dear friend Libby and Sam’s wedding.

I really do love being a Romenesko.

For the past few days, I’ve been thinking about my mom.  I’ve been thinking about what I should tell the world about her, but everything that I was to say doesn’t even begin to describe how wonderful my mom is.  


Peter and I decided not to drive home this weekend for Mother’s Day because it’s our first weekend in Green Bay since the first weekend of February.  We have a lot of things to re-arrange and move before the end of May when Peter will be fully moved into my our apartment.  Our moms understood, told us that we needed a weekend to relax and get things organized after such a hectic few months.  They weren’t upset or sad. 


I was relieved when my mom understood that I wasn’t coming home.  


But now, when I woke up this morning, I’m sad that I’m not at home with my mom on Mother’s Day.  


Instead of writing and deleting and writing and deleting this morning, I decided to go back and read the blog posts that I’ve written for my mom on past Mother’s Days.  I’m happy to say that every word that I typed still rings true today.


Missing my mom while I was in Ecuador


Last year’s Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day to all of the mothers out there, but especially to mine.

Remember last year when I wrote about my favorite sister (click here to refresh your memory)?  Well, she’s still my favorite sister, so that’s good news.  


Lakeland School has a prom for the kids every year.  Laura was old enough to go last year, but my mom couldn’t do it.  She couldn’t send Laura to prom.  It’s one of those things where my mom couldn’t send Laura to prom not because Laura wouldn’t have a good time, or because we were busy, or because Laura would be scared.  


My mom couldn’t send Laura to prom because she’s her baby.  Not just my mom’s baby, OUR baby.  She’s 17 years old, but her age will never matter – she’ll always be our baby.


We want her to suffocate us with hugs and sit on our laps.  We tease her and tell her no, but always give in to what she wants.  We play with her and give her candy when Mom’s not looking.  We teach her new things and explain why she needs to do something herself.  


We love her.  More than we love anything else in the world.  She’s the center of our universe.


And because she’ll always be our baby, it’s hard to watch her grow up.  So last year, when Laura was old enough for prom, my mom couldn’t do it.


When the note came home for prom this year though, my mom couldn’t say no – as much as she wanted to.  


My mom couldn’t say no this year because there is a whole team of people at Lakeland School that want the best for Laura, just like her siblings do.  So, my mom let her go to prom. 


And she was so unbelievably beautiful.

Laura’s prom dates

Best mom in the world

Two of the many volunteers at prom making sure the kids made room for Jesus when they were dancing.

And because Lakeland School is amazing, and our lives wouldn’t be the same without it, please help support them, so that they can continue giving children and young adults the opportunities that any other child or young adult can have. 


Lakeland School’s School Fest is coming up in the beginning of May, and they’re selling raffle tickets!  Funds raised help the school sponsor great events like prom for the kids.  Trust me – it’s well worth your dollar.  Just one dollar!  That’s it!!


Raffle tickets are the same as last year – $1 for 1 ticket, or $5 for 6 tickets. 


You can visit my blog post from last year to learn a little bit more about Lakeland School and what a fantastic place it is.


If you do buy a raffle ticket (or ten…), you don’t have to be in attendance to win!  School Fest is on Saturday, May 12 from 9-3 if you’d like to attend.  It really is an awesome day for an even more awesome cause!!!


Email me at sarajvander@gmail.com if you’re interesting in buying tickets, and we’ll get you all set up to help this wonderful school continue to change the lives of children with disabilities just like our baby sister.


Isn’t she just beautiful?

Numbers since February 13, 2012.  Except the ones that are like “number of days until…”   Because those are from today.  But the general ones like crying are since February 13.


Number of days until the wedding: 9


Number of months theknot.com tells me there are until the wedding: 14


Number of times I’ve explained that we won a wedding: 43287194021780


Number of times I told Peter we are not having a Star Wars wedding: 47


Number of times I’ve cried about something with the wedding: 3*******


*******BREAKDOWN


Number of times I’ve had a complete meltdown about the wedding: 1


Explanation: Valentine’s Day.  Poor Peter.  I had a complete meltdown about the wedding because we found out that we won, but we didn’t know ANY details, and I didn’t know if I would like my dress, if we would be getting married in the church that I grew up going to, or if anyone would want to even come to our wedding.  And a lot of other things.  But those were the main ones.  But I’m ok now.  Because everything is turning out perfectly!


Number of times I’ve cried about the wedding, but the crying didn’t include heaving sobs, locking myself in Peter’s bathroom so he wouldn’t see my cry, snot running down my face, and drooling (those are all under meltdown): 2


Explanation: (1) I didn’t think that I would be able to have any say in my wedding dress.  That is very scary.   (2) My bridesmaids’ dresses aren’t coming in until April 20.  Remember how the wedding is April 27th?  I’ll give you a second to wipe your tears for everyone involved.


Number of times we’ve driven down to Lake Geneva from Green Bay: 12 of the last 13 weekends.  Lots of miles.  LOTS of gas.  TONS of money.  


Number of stress-induced zits I’ve had: 5


Number of times I’ve gone tanning for 7 minutes: 3


Number of times someone asks me if I’m going to go tanning for the wedding since I’ve started tanning: A lot.


Number of times someone has told me that I have “good color” after they just asked if I was going to go tanning because they want to try to make me feel better: A lot + 1


Number of swimsuits that I bought: 7


Number of swimsuits that I returned: 5


Number of times I’ve looked at my wedding dress online: 7895234785023475820934


Number of times I’ve looked at my wedding band online: 902934850394582039458309458


Number of times I’ve been to the Social Security Administration: 1


Number of guests we have attending our wedding: about 330


Number of scabs I’ve picked: 1.  It’s bleeding right now.


Number of nosebleeds I’ve gotten: 3


Number of days until I’m on my way to the Caribbean: 10


Number of times I’ve practiced writing “Sara Romenesko”: an embarrassing amount


Number of seconds I thought about hyphenating my last name: 1.4


Number of times/day I get all giddy because I’m marrying Peter next week: ABOUT A BILLION TIMES INFINITY.


ho.ly.mo.ly.i.can.not.be.lieve.the.wed.ding.is.on.ly.nine.days.a.way.


EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’ve been thinking lately, “Gosh, I should let the good citizens of the world know how the wedding planning is going, since they’ve been voting and being so supportive and wonderful.”  


Then I remembered that I needed to finish my taxes.  So, like any good American citizen, I did my taxes and was honest about them.  And then I hit submit.  


For about 5 seconds, I was like “WHEW!  Glad THOSE are done!  And I’m even MORE glad that I’m marrying Peter so that next year HE can do the taxes!!!”


But then I got an email.


My tax return was rejected.  


So, naturally, I had a panic attack.


On this little rejection letter that they send you when your taxes are being rejected by the government, it gives an explanation of what you did wrong:


Rule Number: F1040EZ-524
Rule Number Description: The Primary Taxpayer’s Date of Birth does not match the information currently available in the IRS Masterfile.



If there is one thing I know, it’s my birthday.  If there’s one thing PETER knows, it’s my birthday.  But alas, sometimes my fingers type too fast, so I decided to look back and check to make sure that I entered my birth date correctly.


I did.  I knew I did.  And I did.  Anyways, I proceeded to call the Social Security Administration because that’s what the email told me to do.  After being on hold for 32 minutes, I found out that actually, this happens all the time.  Someone probably just punched in your birth date wrong.  Even though I’ve been my mom’s been filing my taxes for the last however many years, and this has never occurred before, this time, someone just punched it in wrong.  Complete faith in the system…


I’m sorry, this happens all the time?  I mean, it’s only my IDENTITY that we’re dealing with.  The lady on the phone proceeded to tell me that I’d have to go to the Social Security office, which closes at 3:30, asap to get this handled.  Do you have your social security card?  Your birth certificate?  Ironically, yes, my fiance and I are going to get our marriage license this week.  So I’d like to get this sorted out because I’m in my final days as a Vanderstappen, and now I don’t even know who I AM anymore.


So of course, as soon as I got off the phone with her, I started to cry stayed strong because I’m an adult who files her own taxes now, and called Peter.  And my mom.  And then I went to the bathroom to make sure I didn’t look like I was just crying went to talk to my boss.


Sara:  Chief.  You’re not going to believe this.
*Note – I don’t actually call him chief, but I would really like to start.  Maybe tomorrow.  Because it’s AWESOME.


Chief proceeded to ask me about an important shipment that we’ve been having problems with.  


Sara: No news about that, this is more serious.


Chief: … *concerned face*


Sara: So, I was being a good American citizen and filing my taxes.  But my taxes got REJECTED!!


Chief: Well.  That’s not good news, is it?


Sara: So I called the Social Security Administration, and it turns out that I’m having an identity crisis.


Chief: I can’t tell if you’re being serious.


Sara: My birth date is wrong in the social security system.  And now I can’t file my taxes.  And I have to go figure it out.  Chief.  Whyyyy me.  Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy me???  This is what I get for waiting until the last minute to file my taxes.


Chief: Well, Sara, this would have happened whenever you would have filed your taxes.


Sara: *Dramatic Sigh* This is awwwwwwwwwwwwfuuuuuuuuuuuuuuullllllllllllll.


Chief: Gosh, I could have hired an illegal immigrant and not even have known it!  Well, this is a first for me!


Sara: CHIEF.  I’m NOT an illegal immigrant!


Chief: I sure hope not!!


So then I went to the Social Security Administration office and took a number.  I was there for a total of 7 minutes.  The guy got it all taken care of for me, and then he felt bad that I was there, since I’ll have to go back in SEVENTEEN DAYS BECAUSE I WILL BE CHANGING MY LAST NAME.


Which is crazy.  


I’ll give you an update soon, but in a few words – things are going well and coming together nicely.  But I seriously cannot wait for one week of nothing except my Kindle in one hand and a margarita in the other.  


Oh, and quality time with my husband.

Now that the wedding is less than a month away, I’ve decided to (finally) get serious about making sure that I look like a toned, bronzed goddess on our wedding day.   


At work, they have a program for 6 weeks where a personal trainer comes in for 30 minutes, and there is a group exercise class twice a week.  You know – a “light workout” during lunch.  LIGHT workout.  I decided to join.  What have I got to lose?  Nothing but pounds, baby.  The night before the first class, I was telling Peter that I was a little bit nervous about doing a fitness class in the middle of the day with people that I work with.  


Peter: Sar.  It’s a “light workout”.  You’ll be fine.  
Sara: But Peter.  I get REALLY sweaty.
Peter: Yeah, but the trainer knows that you have to sit at your desk for the rest of the day.  You’ll be FINE.


You know how everyone is at the lowest point on their attractive scale when they exercise?  Well I am BELOW the lowest point.  My face gets all red (and stays red.  For hours.), and I sweat like there’s no tomorrow.  My hair gets slicked back to my head.  It’s disgusting.  But I’ve accepted it, because that’s the way life goes.  Anyways, in your place of employment, you should try to look your best and not your worst.  So I was just really nervous about potentially looking beyond my worst for an entire afternoon twice a week.  


The first workout was FAR from a light workout.  There are about 30 or so people doing it, and we were all like ohmyGAWD this is REALLY difficult.  Look at how sweaty I am!  Look at how red my face is!  I need a sweat rag.  So, I changed back into my work clothes and sat at my desk for the rest of the day disgusted by the mere thought of people seeing me in this grotesque state.  

When I got home from work, I noticed my elbows hurt.  Why the heck did my elbows hurt?  Turns out that I was sweating SO much that even my ELBOWS were sweating, so when we were doing planks, my elbows kept sliding back, and I HAD RUG BURN ON MY ELBOWS.  I felt like I was 8 years old.  Why me?  WHYYYYY me??  So for two weeks I wore bandaids on my elbows because they hurt, and I didn’t want big ol’ scars from the scabs that were going to form since I’m getting married in a sleeveless dress in a short time.    For the love.

In my efforts to become bronzed, I decided to go to a tanning booth.  Before I start getting hate mail telling me about how horrible tanning booths are for me, let me tell you that I know.  Have you met my mother?  I don’t go often.  Only when I want my skin to be a shade lighter than white.


Anyway, on Monday I went to a tanning salon.  The girl told me that I had “pretty fair skin” (thanks), so I should probably only go in for five minutes.  Five minutes?  Seriously?  It was going to take me longer to take off my clothes, get lotioned up, and put my clothes back on again.  But alas, they are the professionals, so I figured that I should listen to them.  


Five minutes seemed like nothing.  I called Jenna and told her about it and she laughed at me.  “Tomorrow, I’m going to do six.  I hope I make it out without blisters.” I told her merrily.


Yesterday, I got to the tanning place and went for six minutes.  A whopping sixty seconds longer than I had gone the day before.


And now my entire body has a pinkish hue and my skin is raw.  Who knew that there would be such a difference between five and six?  Not me.  But apparently the tanning lady knew it.  


Better luck next week.  I mean, I have to go again.  The wedding is in THIRTY DAYS.


I WANT TO BE A TONED, BRONZED GODDESS, DAMMIT.

When someone starts a sentence saying, “I really hope you don’t take offense to this…” the reality is that you will probably take offense to whatever is coming next. 


Earlier today, Peter and I were driving home from our first meeting with the priest who is marrying us.  This meeting was a here-is-all-of-the-stuff-you-have-to-do-really-soon meeting, which included us going under oath to answer questions like if we were related (no), if I was being forced into this marriage (…no?), and if my last name was, in fact, Vanderstappen (yes).  The next meeting will be the one where we talk  about super serious things like faith in our marriage and things like that.


Now, Peter and I have obviously had a lot of serious conversations about our future, like when we want to have kids, where we want to live, what cable TV package we’re getting, why we won’t be getting a dog, you know, important things like that.  Since we’ve been engaged, the conversations have gotten a lot more serious and real.  Since our wedding got pushed up 13 months, the conversations have gotten REALLY real.  All of a sudden, we are talking about things that are going to be real in 8 short weeks.


One thing that we didn’t talk about until today was home security.  You know – how are we going to protect our home when it comes under attack?  Fireball launcher, or tranquilizer darts?  Home security wasn’t something that I had ever thought about much.  Until today.


As we were talking about home security, Peter said, “Sar.  I love you.  And I hope that you’re not going to take offense to this… [Me (out loud): “Oh God.”] but if someone broke into our house, I know that you would be useless.”


Me: ………. Peter.  I can’t believe you just said that.
Peter:  Well?  What would you do if our home was under attack??
Me: I don’t know!!!  Cry or something!!!!
Peter: EXACTLY!!!!!!  That’s why you’d be useless!!!!!


Unfortunately, I couldn’t say “PETER ROMENESKO.  I would NOT be useless.  I would PROTECT us.”  Why couldn’t I say this?  Let’s rewind about 3 years…


So this one time, I was visiting Peter in De Pere for a weekend.  He was an RA, so he had a dorm room that had a bathroom, and the bathroom was shared with a room on the other side.  Note: you couldn’t lock the bathroom doors when you were in the bathroom.  You could only lock them from the outside, so to speak, but the outside was the dorm rooms.  I hated this set up.  I hope that what I just wrote makes sense – the main thing that you need to know is that the shared bathroom acts as a portal between dorm rooms.


One night, I was soundly sleeping, when all of a sudden I was jolted awake.  Peter was screaming “GET OUT OF MY ROOM, GET OUT OF MY ROOM!!!!” and I was thinking WHAT THE EFF IS GOING ON????  And Peter was screaming “THAT’S MY STUFF, PUT DOWN MY THINGS!!!!” (but there were SWEAR words in there!!!!) and in my head I was like OH MY GOSH WHO IS THAT MAN????????  Because there was a STRANGER in Peter’s ROOM, and he was STEALING Peter’s THINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  AND IT WAS SOOOOOOO SCARY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


And then all of a sudden, Peter goes, “Tyler??” and I was thinking, “We KNOW this MANIAC?????” And then the lunatic left and my heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to leap out of my chest.  And then Peter explained what had just happened.


Someone forgot to lock the bathroom door when they were done getting ready for bed (it wasn’t Peter…  Oopsie!!).  Neighbor Tyler got wastey face and after going to the bathroom accidentally went into the wrong dorm room and was confused and disoriented.


The next morning, Peter and I were discussing the events that had ensued.  Peter was telling me about how Tyler was taking things from his night table, and that’s when he woke up.  And then he leaped out of bed and punched Tyler!  And Tyler was trying to take Peter’s coat!  And Peter was screaming and yelling and protecting the love of his life!!  And “Sar, didn’t you notice he was naked?”  I stared at Peter blankly.  I did not remember any of these things.  I remembered Peter leaping up and yelling.  And then I remembered Peter saying Tyler’s name and telling him to go back to his room.


Apparently, when someone breaks into the place in which I am dwelling, I black out, scream, and cry.  And because I black out, I don’t remember screaming and crying.  


Unfortunately, Peter seems to recall this little incident.  Because when he tells me that I would be worthless if our home was under attack, I can’t say that yes, I WOULD be helpful!  Because unfortunately, the one time my “home” WAS under attack, I was completely worthless.  And Peter was there.  


So then, we seriously discussed our home security.


And how if he was ever traveling, I would be spending the weekend with my parents.