It looks like Bed Bath and Beyond exploded in our living room. I kind of want to roll around gleefully in the pile but would likely end up in the emergency room getting steak knives and shards of stoneware pulled out of my lower back and surrounding areas.
I have found it's really entertaining to look up the registries of people with the same first and last names as ours and monitor theirs as well. I feel my cohort in Georgia will probably come to regret the Cuisinart egg cooker--will she really use it enough to justify the counter space it'll take up?--and really shouldn't have bothered requesting the $2.99 plastic soda dispenser. No one on earth would feel good about wrapping that up and bringing it to a party. I admire Eric from Pennsylvania's nerve asking for the six-quart Kitchen Aid mixer, and I can't help but notice that while the other me requested the same brand of towels I did, all the Erics wanted this one other kind. So now I'm wondering if there are some other, vastly better towels that we somehow overlooked in the store. I think the ones we got are pretty nice, though.
In conclusion, I really should be writing more thank-you notes instead of stalking other people's registries, and I also think it's for the best that I'm going back to work sooner rather than later, lest my brain be replaced by a set of wadded-up Micro-Cotton™ washcloths.