Oh The Horror

Four months ago, almost to the day, Indy and I were on our honeymoon. We stayed in THE MOST ADORABLE chalet you’ve ever laid your eyes on. It looked like something Snow White would’ve lived in given the chance.

It was, however, quite secluded. Ok, that may be an understatement. It was out in the middle of nowhere – and its seclusion brought no cell phone service, iced over roads and grocery stores mile and miles and miles away.

I loved it.

Indy made us leave early.

Did you catch that? He made us leave our HONEYMOON location early! (In his defense, we relocated to a hotel in the middle of a seriously bustling, busy city which turned out to be the best part of our honeying.)

Indy had us leave seclusion because well, when the sun set, it was rather terrifying in that chalet. With no way to get in touch with the outside world in the event of something gone horribly wrong…

We heard lots of hair-raising noises late at night. Windows were shutting loudly on their own. Things were getting a little creepy…

The whole drive into the major city where we were to finish out our newly wedded bliss, I made fun of my husband for his fear.

Actually, “made fun of…” really isn't a fair admission.

I was like Seinfeld on “What’s the deal with…” crack.

I want to publicly ask Indy to forgive me today. Because today we went to see The Strangers. A movie based on a true story.

A story that very well could’ve been us a few months ago.

Indy, you win. From here on out I say we vacation at major resorts and bustling cities.

Thanks for saving our lives, baby.