I Feel a Headache Coming On

We are now officially (yet still unofficially until the invitations go out) registered at Crate and Barrel.

Somebody call a doctor because I was NOT excited to meet Paul there last night. Free shopping? No thank you. He plied me into going with promises of frozen yogurt.

Paul's Wedding Suit, Paul, and Yogurt

I just really did not want to register. We don't need anything. After combining two households I have an entire tub of shoes in the back shed. After choosing linens and bath towels on the now defunct Bloomingdale's registry, I realized that I really love jersey sheets from Target. And that I was putting these items on the list as filler space. I didn't really want this stuff.
Once we got into C&B I did get into the swing of things a bit more. Paul let me hold the zapper gun.
We registered for dishware. I know. It goes against everything I just said. But one can only eat off of 25 cent Ikea dishes for so long.

Emily zaps a Meat Tenderizer. No joke.