I think I want THAT one...

Oh the joys of weddingness. (Is that a word?)

Last weekend Brad and I decided that we wanted to do something fun and found ourselves at Target with a scanner gun, registering for gifts. Three hours later, we walked out of Target completely exhausted and nearly registered half the store for our gift registry! We walked up and down every single aisle (including the toy aisle) and looked at most of the stuff and asked, "Do you like it?", "Do we need it?", "Is this too much?", "How durable is this?", "Will this match the stuff that we already have?", and blah blah blah. I think we sat and stared at the place mats for our dining room table for about 10 minutes trying to decide what we liked...it was a bit ridiculous. Although, I feel like we registered for a good mix of practical gifts and "luxury" items. (I'm really hoping we get the Wii) (wink wink to all those reading this...no seriously.)

But the best part of the day was watching Brad and his scanner. Make no mistake, it was his scanner. I had absolutely nothing to do with it. And if he did by chance hand the thing off to me, I was only allowed to have it for approximately 10 minutes or 10 scans, whichever came first. I've never seen him so affectionate with a "toy". (Except his Legos.) (Sorry I outed you babe) If I had a nickel for every time I heard the phrase "FREEZE PUNK!", I would have about a dollar. He was hilarious with it. Scanning objects as if they had broken the law. He was telling me to "FREEZE!" at every corner and almost every object he scanned. It was as if his inner policeman had taken over, and everything was about to be shot. Like the spatulas, pans, rugs, and towels had all broken the law and they were about to be annihilated by Rambo. He was also trying to get me to give him an incentive to barrel roll out into the middle of the aisle and shout "FREEZE!". I gave him no such incentive. There were people watching us, and there were plenty of other couples there registering as well, and they were not acting as dorky as Brad was. I got embarrassed. Sorry Brad. Maybe when we go to Bed, Bath & Beyond, you can barrel roll into the aisle with your scanner gun and shout, "FREEZE!".

I know he will dispute the validity of this story, but you can trust my slightly embellished version ;)