Presents!

Because G would rather scuba dive in a tank full of piranha than step foot in a mall (can't blame him, really), Feminist SAHM came with me on Saturday to help register for wedding gifts. You would think that an entire afternoon of picking out stuff for other people to buy me would be very fine fun, indeed. But there you go, thinking again. G and I don't just have everything we need--we have two of everything we need. Two sets of Henkels, two Kitchenaid stand mixers, two of everything people are generally excited to register for. So most of the afternoon was spent wandering through the stores making fun of all the stuff we weren't scanning. Like a $135 crystal dreidel (shouldn't it be clay?). Or the ceramic cow creamer that barfs half & half into your coffee (you know the one I'm talking about).

In the end, I think we found enough stuff (lets hear it for small weddings!). But I may have finally reached that point in life where just spending this great day with my friends and family will be the only gift I need. Just in case, though, I think I'll go add some towels to the registry.