I have a lot to say about registering. A LOT. I’ll say it pretty soon, so be on the lookout. For now, this strange day can perhaps best be summarized with a few things I remember coming out of our mouths.
Jessica: Look, a Gravy boat!
Bret: But we’ve never once made gravy.
Jessica: I just really want a gravy boat!
Jessica: Gravy! In a boat!
Jessica: I’m getting a cake platter and you can’t stop me.
Bret: Do we need any hollow plastic onions?
Bret: If one more person asks us if we need help I’m going to kick over this stack of Le Creuset Dutch ovens.
Both of us, many times: SEVENTY FIVE DOLLARS???
Bret: I don’t know if this whisk is that much better than the whisk we have at home.
Jessica: I have a newfound sympathy for people who register. I will never speak ill of anyone’s registry ever.
Bret: I’m so… tired. But I haven’t bought anything.
Bret: I don’t think Betty our account rep knows what “per se” means because she says it in every sentence.
Jessica: Can you promise me that you’ll never let me register for a chip and dip set? Because chips and dips can go in two separate bowls.
Jessica: Do we need a two-tier tray?
Bret: What the hell is that?
Jessica: I don’t know!
Bret: Sounds suspiciously like you’re trying to get a cake platter that holds two cakes!
Jessica: No, I swear!
Jessica: They actually don’t have any salad bowls on this list, but they do have salad spinners.
Bret: Well what are you gonna put your salads in when you’re done spinnin’ em?