I don’t recall it happening that way, but I still would have given the same answer.  Our Saturday (12/19) started out pretty typical as we got ready to head home for the holiday.  James distracted me into the kitchen by asking me to make coffee for the trip.  Before I knew it, he swooped in, shoved the ring in my face and then asked me to marry him.  I believe I screamed ‘SHUT UP!’ before my real answer ‘of course!’ followed by lots of crying and the usual lovey dovey stuff.  And that’s how the McButzki’s became official..not that we weren’t already:)