Ok, we don’t have a marriage license yet.  But it’s the only phrase I could think of that somewhat included a variant of the word registry–as in, the thing we did this weekend.

Ahem.  Wedding registry is defined as that event you wait your whole life for–the act of wandering aimlessly through your favorite store aiming a scanner at every single thing you’ve ever wanted from eternity to eternity even though you know good and well you’re going to end up with 237  crystal picture frames and a fork.

Oh, the lovely visions I had of this day springing forth when I finally found my someone.   Of someday wandering the store, hand-in-hand with my beloved, giggling at him as he held the scanner and happily skipped and scanned from housewares to flatware to bakeware to bedding.

R, immediately upon receiving the scanner. Williams Sonoma, here we come.

And yours truly, after scanning approximately 6.7 items.

Ok, I lied. This was us after we rode our first roller coaster one time. But the same face applies for me. Registering nearly killed me off.

R, on the other hand, has never met an avocado/mango/apple slicer/nutcracker whisk thingy he doesn’t like.

R:   Baby, we need this avocado slicer.

Me:   No we don’t, I have one at my apartment.

R:  You do?!

Me:  Yeah, it’s called a knife.

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R:  I like this light green duvet.

Me:  I like the other one.

R:  Well, that duvet has too many girly purple colors.

Me:  Fine, we’ll accent your choice of duvet with purple pillows and a blanket.

R:   That’s not a compromise.  But fine.

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R:   A Sonic Care toothbrush!

Me:  Don’t even think about it.

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And thusly went our registry conversations.

To be fair, after Bed Bath and Beyond, we were BOTH exhausted.   I mean, you think it’s only bedding and bath.  But you’re wrong.  It’s SO far beyond that.

Oh, the hilarity I come up with sometimes.