My relationship with Lisa has survived one of the most challenging incidents to ever rear it’s ugly head: THE REGISTRY!
Everybody assured us that this would be the fun stuff. It’s like creating a giant wishlist of everything you want for your house. How could this go wrong?!?!
Well, after an hour of debating over flatware (and we’re not even getting the fancy china sets) I was about ready to call it a night. Just give us the dumbass Gone Fishin’ set and be done with it! Send us dishes designed for five year olds while you’re at it. I just couldn’t care anymore. And then I’m supposed to pick out a toaster?!?! (Ok, that part’s actually easy)
And the really cool hand scanner they gave us to keep the stupid guys amused (I’ll happily play that part) instead confused me to the point that I was certain we (and by “we” I mean “I”) had ordered 80 sets of forks and crap to go with 15 glasses and 12 plates. Way to take the fun out of a cool gadget – scare me with images of the most ridiculously stocked kitchen dancing through my head.
Even the cookware section couldn’t save my sanity as I am now left reading debates between Calphalon and All-Clad rival gangs. Oh yeah, did I mention that there’s someone else’s taste to take into account, too?
Well, we made it through day one still loving each other and with a minor sense of accomplishment – even though there’s no way we would allow people to use the current registry. The next few days will probably be filled with us throwing Williams-Sonoma and Crate & Barrel catalogs at each other.
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