What Is This, 1958? Give The Little Wife a Blender?

8.16.2012


We sat in two chairs in a room filled with fine china, and there was a girl across from us that seemed nervous.

She was talking a mile a minute, she was handing us pamphlets and papers, and trying to convince us to buy the most expensive knife set.

It was our first experience in wedding registry, and we were already overwhelmed.

It seems really simple. Aim the gun and push the button - and hopefully that duvet will be on your bed in a few months.

At first, in attempts to be the most stellar overachiever of customer service, the nervous girl tried to talk with us and SCAN ON OUR BEHALF. I don't know much about registering, but I know picturing myself with my own gun was not a delusion of grandeur.

Bryan looked stressed out (because she was talking as quickly as Six LeMeure from Blossom), I JUST WANTED MY OWN GUN, and WE DON'T WANT THAT KNIFE SET!

After discreetly inquisitive text messages to my best friend about whether this was normal, I gently requested the scanning affair be kept between Bryan and I, and our enthusiastic associate kindly obliged.

Once Bryan's blood pressure was regulated, we had a great time. Eventually, once we moved on to Target and talked about towels for five hours - I was ready to go home. But, it was still really fun and it's basically like having the greatest birthday ever once you start having showers.

For instance, THIS WILL BE IN MY KITCHEN SOON:







THE COOKIES! THE BREAD! THE OTHER STUFF TO MIX! THE POSSIBILITIES!

NO HAND MIXING!

YOU CAN TURN IT ON AND GO MAKE A SANDWICH AND TAKE A SHOWER!

Photobucket