I dreamt I was getting married and of course the Boys agreed to sing for me (there is the dream part!). As I was coming up to the altar I began to sob uncontrollably. My darling Nick (who is NOT the groom) was just to the side and sweetly asks, "What's wrong? This should be the happiest day of your life!" Amongst the sobs I yell, "I can't marry this guy. I don't even know his last name!" Darling Nick exclaims, "Well, wait a minute! This is easy! You know my last name don't you?" I immediately stop crying and perk up and answer "Of course. It's Carter!" "That solves THAT problem. You will marry me!" says Nickolas Gene, my future husband. Then I woke up. Don't we all wish love could be that simple as knowing someone's last name?