When Jason and I decided to get married, prostate it wasn’t because we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. We knew that without needing paperwork. Besides making some family members happier about our sin-livin’, I wanted to get married for one reason: a KitchenAid mixer.
Once we sent out the announcements, we went to Target to make a gift registry*. After choosing some modest additions to our existing belongings, we went to see the mixer.
Here’s the plot twist: I got cold feet — about the mixer. It’s so expensive, and we didn’t *need* it. So I chickened out.
Four years of lamenting later, this came in the mail:
And here it sits, happily ever after:
* people will buy you gifts if you want them to or not, so a registry means no guessing on their part, or returning on yours.