Confessions of a Bride to Be

Argh.

Everyday I threaten to elope.

Scott and I attend an engaged couple's class held by the Stake. It's interesting to say the least. I am the oldest in there by about 5 or 6 years. The instructors preface their advice with, "I know marriage will be your first experience out of your parent's home..." Gosh, what would that be like?

Last week we talked about finances this week we talked about sexual intimacy. As a former sex ed teacher and a current trainer of financial advisers, I was bored out of my mind. Well, that's not completely true. The instructors talked about buying some red light bulbs to "set the mood"... then I had a brilliant idea-- to register for a years supply of red light bulbs on my Target gift registry! That's not strange at all...

Speaking of registering, Scott and I went to Bed, Bath and Beyond Normal the other day to register. We met Staci who kindly greeted us with a warm valley girl-like hello. I think I was old enough to be her mom (if I had her as a teenager, of course). Anyway, she talked me into registering for china. She insisted I register for 12 china place settings and a whole bunch of other china stuff. I laughed silently, winked at Scott and then said, "uh, sure why not?" Let me ask you... where in the h-e-double-L am I going to put 12 china place settings, a gravy boat, 2 platters, 12 soup bowls, and 12 crystal glasses in my 100 sq foot apartment!? It's bad enough I have to sell my 134 pairs of shoes on EBay in order to have room for Scott in our little apartment.

By the time we registered for our 1000 piece bone china collection we had enough time to register for a few more things before the store closed. Right before we left, Staci SoCal printed out the registry we had so far. I don't know how this happened, but we had registered for 8 knife sets, 8 unmatching towels, and a shower curtain (in addition to the china). That's what I get for putting Scott in charge of holding the register thingy (what is it called?) that late in the day. He is quite the jokester and a mighty lover of expensive knife sets. Yet another reason, why I love him so.

As we left the store, we had a great laugh. We thought about having thanksgiving at our apartment next year with our fine china, set out perfectly on our plastic tablecloth, laid nicely over a cardboard box that would be covertly posing as our dining room table. And then we envisioned us after the meal putting the china away in the nice china cabinet that we would also use as our dresser.

Thanks Staci, for making my bridal dreams come true!

Confession: I hate registering.