Registries

I am now stepping away from the posts about my surgery and trying to focus on real life.  The realist fact of all: I'm getting married in a little more than 8 months from now.  Holy crap.


My fiance and I are fairy unmaterialistic.  I have had the same crap-tastic car since I was 16 and the thought of getting a new one terrifies me.  He had the same phone for years that was barely held together, until finally it accidentally went through the wash and he was forced to get a new one.  We don’t talk about getting a fancy house after we’re married, our reception will be in the church basement, and the thought of going outside of friends and family for any help with our wedding seems ludicrous.

Because of these things, putting a registry together is a little difficult.  Usually it goes like this…

Me:  Hey baby, do you have a cutting board/mixer/cheese grater/toaster/whatever I might have seen in the store while we‘re walking around?
Philip: Uh…no.
Me:  Me neither.  Should we register for one?
Philip:  Sure, why not.

So, after I got out of the hospital, we stayed in a hotel for a night before flying back to my home in Louisiana.  Hyped up on pain meds and trying to ignore the huge (and by huge, I mean a couple inches) incision over my belly button, I went on our Macy’s registry website and went crazy.  Sheets, towels, dishes, kitchenware, etc.  Since then, I haven’t given it much thought and hoped and prayed that what I did was acceptable and I’ll never need to address it again.

My sister (as you might learn while the blog continues) knows everything there is to know about everything in the whole world.  Including registries.  She did point out some stupid stuff that I did after looking over our registry, so I’m pretty sure she’ll continue to do that as the wedding gets closer.  But if anyone else has any other tips for how to tackle wedding registries I would love to hear it.

Ya know, before I was engaged…I thought registries would be the fun part.