Braving Target

Remember when I said I was being forced to Target to register for baby junk? It wasn't exactly at knife-point or anything, but I sure wouldn't have gone without some coercion. In the end, my mother, sister, and sister-in-law accompanied me. Yes, I needed that much support. Because do you know what happened when I walked into the baby section at Target? I absolutely froze. Seriously. I had NO IDEA where to start. There's just so. much. stuff. All of it foreign to me.

And here's where I say thank GOD for my sister-in-law. She was the only one of the group to have had a baby in the recent past, so she could give recommendations and suggestions for a lot of the foreign objects. She was also helpful during the actual registering for the registry, which is done on a computer at Target. They have tricky little categories like "gender." And I was all, "What do they need to know my gender for? SEXISTS." And my sister-in-law was all, "I think that's for the baby's gender. Idiot."

She didn't really say that last part, but I'm sure she was thinking it. I know I was.

She was also intelligent enough to figure out that I had put in my parents' zip code instead of mine, which was why the computer was yelling at me to CHECK THE DAMN ZIP CODE, YOU MORON. And I was all, "WHY WON'T THIS STUPID THING LET ME CONTINUE? " And my sister-in-law was all, "I think maybe you should check the zip code. Idiot."

(Once again, she was too polite to say what everyone must have been thinking--the idiot part, I mean.)

She's a useful person to have around, as you can see.

BUT ANYWAY.

I gunned down many, many items. More than I ever imagined possible. More than I ever imagined anyone would ever want to buy for me (and the baby). More than I probably would have registered for on my own. But! It's all done, family and friends can be assured that I have indeed dictated what they should spend their hard-earned money on, and I have done my part to stimulate the economy.

The end.