We’ve officially entered the happy stage of gift registering. Trust me, it’s been an adventure because, as we all know, Josh is a man and a gun, is a gun. Even if the only thing he’s shooting is various domestic items that he couldn’t care less about.
The first place we went was Target on a random Tuesday night at about 9 o’clock. For some reason it was the perfect ending to a busy, tiring, emotional day for both of us. At some point Josh started using this voice, I can’t do it justice here… I guess it’d be like the voice you hear if you read something in that “chiller” font in Microsoft Word…anyway, as we were filling out the initial info, there is a spot to leave a message for whoever looks at your registry. Josh typed the following, “Buy all the toyssss!” and said it in that crazy voice, which made me laugh A LOT. As we went around, he started repeating the things I mentioned in that voice and when I said something about curtain rods, he did a move straight out of cops to “shoot” one.
Then there was the mask. He thought it would be hilarious to put it on our registry and say it was “for the honeymoon.” I am greatly disturbed by that.
The next one we did was Bed, Bath & Beyond on a rainy Sunday afternoon. Josh was extremely trigger happy. I didn’t like having him walk behind me because I would hear the little “beep” and turn around and have to guess what on earth he just put on the list. Not to mention that our little gun thing kept breaking. First, the batteries died. Then, we tried to scan something and it froze up. Then the batteries died again. Then it wouldn’t scan again. While waiting for our person to go and get yet another gun, we sat down in some of the patio furniture at the front of the store and, no joke, I started crying! I really don’t know why, I think the overall emotion of planning a life together just hit me. Poor sweet Josh just looked at me with that “She’s crying and smiling and we’re in public so I’m going to make sure everything is ok but I am so unbelievably confused right now” look. I am going to assume that is the first of several random tearfests I will have over wedding stuff this spring.