Zzzap!

We went registry-shopping yesterday. Apparently, if you register at Macy's, you end up with three or four free bridal magazines. So if anyone's interested in making bride-collages, I'm totally your source.

This, of course, meant that we spent most of yesterday afternoon playing with scanner guns. I think we're too practical. We spent an hour and a half in Bed, Bath, and Beyond, and our list is only about 30 items long. Supposedly, we're supposed to have 2-3 items per guest on the registry so that people have stuff to choose from. I don't think there is anywhere that we want 300 items from, though...

But zapping things is fun. Zap! Beeep!

Bouncy bouncy bounc-zzzzzzzzzzz

I got myself an exercise video, since I'm not comfy jogging after dark and it's dark before I even get home. I got myself "Fat-burning Dance Party" or something like that. And, wow, I have no coordination. But y'see, my body is interpreting the burning in my abs as meaning that I'm dying and is flooding my system with endorphins to make my passing happier. So I'm fantastically happy and bouncy right now. Despite the fact that my stomach is interpreting the burning in my abs as meaning I've got food poisoning or something.

Chuckro points out that I'm probably going to run out of energy soon and pass out. And he wants me to go to bed before he has to carry me and put me there.

In other news - the fun zappy guns from Macy's have betrayed me. After a lot of research and thought, I decided I wanted to register for Noritake Crestwood Cobalt Platinum china. The display on the shelf at Macy's was of Crestwood Cobalt Platinum china. The little sign said Crestwood Cobalt Platinum. The label we scanned said Crestwood Cobalt Platinum. Why, then, were we registered for a full set of Crestwood Platinum, which is apparently an entirely different thing? Fortunately, my future mother-in-law noticed that my email and my registry did not agree, so I fixed it. I suspect there would have been whining and ranting in 9 months or so if we ended up with a set of random china. (At Macy's, not at anyone who gave us anything.)