In addition to launching the fancypants website, I also created a wedding website for me and Joel.
It is located at www.joelandangie.com. And this sounds a little bit like deja vu all over again, but I feel like I should point out that we are NOT angieandjoel.com. That's not us. We are not that. That website features other people. Other people who like wearing football jerseys, apparently.
I also created a honeymoon registry for us, which you can access from joelandangie.com. If anyone else is considering making one of these, or if you're just curious about how they work, let me know. There are about 75 different ways to get ripped off out there, but I'm pretty confident that sendusoff.com is fairly reliable.
We are algo going to register at Target, I think, and maybe a few things from Crate and Barrel or Pottery Barn. Older folks seem to really want to give us traditional presents.
We've gotten a few things so far, mostly from Joel's mom's co-workers. Hooray for adventures in writing thank you notes to people I've never met and probably never will. Awk-ward! "Thanks so much for the treat bowl! When I'm 88 and need a place to display dusty candy, which- in my dementia- I will repeatedly force on my in-home health care aides, I'll definitely put it to good use."
Oh, snap. That was mean. And ungrateful. Joel said it first! Everyone look at Joel! Point and laugh! Point at laugh! See, now I'm thinking about not even posting this...
I LIKE THE BOWL! I LIKE THE BOWL!
Tell me your worst wedding presents. Amuse me.
Friday, September 28, 2007
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How does the honeymoon registry work? I went to that site and looked at it...does the money go to you or does it actually go to the company/business?
Our worst wedding gift was probably the quesadilla maker. We haven't used it once and I doubt we ever will. We don't make quesadillas at home and, should the urge ever arise to make them at home, I'm sure I would just use a pan :)
my funniest gift memory is not a "worst" gift; it was truly amusing. Gwen's mom, guest entertainer extraordinaire, knew she had an idea that was better than anything we had thought to put on our registry. She rejected the glass pitcher we had picked, and got us a better one. She also gave us a chip and dip that looks like white plastic modern art interpretations of a boob job gone bad. I chuckled at the time, and didn't understand why she insisted on giving something different and yet, for the past four years, I think about her and smile gratefully when I pull out the boob job chip and dip EVERY TIME PEOPLE COME OVER!!!! Yeah.
My great uncle gave us some funky-looking cheese knives with some elaborate grape-and-leaf design on the handle that kind of makes it impossible to hold and, well, slice cheese. I should point out, though, that I really adore this man, but he's been in terrible health for the past few years, so I don't think he actually bought the knives. I think he had his live-in nurse shop for us.
Oh, we also got something that I thought was an ashtray but which was actually a wine bottle coaster. Which I suppose would be cool if either Dave or I drank wine. Hmm.
How about bronze bells that had turned green?
or a blood red and black glass picture frame with a dead rose?
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