A year and 9 months ago we fled the country together. (Okay, Niagara Falls)

A year and a half ago I move 450 miles from Pittsburgh to Chicago to be with him.

A year and 3(ish) months ago we helped his parents pack up their house and move to Florida.

A year ago he asked me to marry him.

And a week later we went to Florida for vacation

Just a few months ago we had our 15 minutes of fame when the Redeye featured us in an article.

For the third year in a row, I rang in the new year with him. (I still count the first year even if it was over the phone. We counted down in BOTH timezones-it totally counts)

Last week at work he sent me 2 dozen roses and a half a dozen of calla lilies.

And in the past 24 hours he’s treated me to Avatar 3D in IMAX, dinner at the Melting Pot, a night at the Trump Tower, and an afternoon at the Shedd Aquarium.

Tell me I am not the luckiest woman alive.

It’s been a whirlwind 2 years, but it’s been so worth every second.

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Hi there, I’m Chris Wardzala, and you may know me from such films as “I’m Maggie’s Fiancee,” and “chriswardzala.com.” Today I would like to talk to you about drug use.  Not the scary kind where you get addicted and all whacked out, but I mean the fun kind.  The use of prescribed medication.

You’ve all head about my fun times of incoherently talking in my sleep, about random pretzel adventures and the like.  But today I flip the coin, and we talk about Maggie and her use of a sleep aid.

This morning, Maggie and I both left the house at the same time, so we rode the bus together.  On our way out the door, Cady, our cat, escaped.  She ran a bit down the hallway, but we caught her fairly quickly.  While chasing her down, Maggie exclaimed, “YOU BITCH! I’M GONNA TURN YOU INTO A HANDBAG!” I thought this was a little extreme, but whatever. While I was wrangling Cady back into the apartment, the elevator arrived, and the door opened with a man inside.  He looked at Maggie, and she just stared at him.  He looked extremely uncomfortable, and the door closed on him without Maggie getting inside.  I closed our door, and called the next elevator.  Maggie was now talking again. We went down the elevator to catch the bus.

A few buses were coming, and Maggie for some reason really insisted that we get on all of them that were really packed.  It was kind of weird how stubborn she was being about it. (This will all make sense in a bit, I swear.)

The final weird thing that happened was on the way to work, she was saying how sluggish she felt, and how weird she was feeling.

“I’m almost too tired.”

Her: “I feel drugged.”

Me: “You are.”

Her: “Oh.”

The final bit that really made me suspect something weird was when she mentioned how much she felt like a zombie, asked me for my brains, and then let out a rather loud zombie moan on the bus.  A lady sitting near us then took that moment to move far away.

Maggie then left the bus, and I went to work.

On our way home, I asked her about how much of the bus she remembered.  She really didn’t remember much, and thats when I began to clue her in.  She began to laugh, and I think I got a few tears out of her as well, because honestly, she says some pretty funny stuff.

I can’t wait to hear what craziness awaits me tomorrow.

The other night I wasn’t quite ready for bed and Chris was dozing off  much to my annoyance. Remembering I can get him to have ridiculous conversations with me while he’s sleeping, I jump on the chance for some laughs.

Me: “Chris!! Are you DRUNK??” (he was in no way drunk)

CW: “No, I don’t think so..” (at this point I’m not sure if he’s awake or not so I question him further)

Me: “Are you sure you’re not drunk? How do you know?”

CW: “I know because I have secrets”

Me (trying to stifle laughter): “What kind of secrets?? Secrets about what?”

CW: (whispers)” Pretzels….”

Me: “What secret pretzels?? Is that the secret?”

CW: “I don’t know..I can’t tell you because I don’t have the schedule in front of me…”

Me (laughing uncontrollably at this point): “Schedule for what?” (I’m going to hell for this, I’m so mean.)

CW: *sighs* “the schedule of events…”*realizes I’m laughing hysterically at this point and am furiously texting my friend Brittainy* “what’s so funny??”

I tell him about his apparent secret events involving pretzels and Chris, less than amused at this point, decides to ignore me and go back to sleep.

The next morning I get this in my inbox:

At least he has a sense of humour.

**this post was inspired by Allison and her man’s rendition of Kiss me thru the phone