Trophy Hunting at Target

So after all our internal debate about whether or not to register, we finally agreed to put a few "necessities" on a list at Target. Blunt knives, motheaten bedsheets -- one can see why replacement items might be appealing. It all made so much sense going in. The reality of registration didn't quite match up with our simple-living vision, though. I don't know what happened, exactly; a bar code laser gun can do strange things to a man. Oh yeah, and to a woman as well. Anyway, it wasn't pretty. You can see the results (now revised) for yourself if you want to play judge. We are, however, completely serious about the garlic parmesan potato chips, and if we don't get those ten half-gallons of soymilk covered by the Wednesday before the wedding, it's off.