I was going to write a whole Manifesto on Bridal Showers and how sometimes I don't like them and the reason why is because I don't like playing all those games - they are usually awkward - and then when the games are done we all spend a substantial amount of time watching someone else open presents. But then it started to sound like sour grapes - you know, bitter 30 year old spinster kind of stuff. And the truth is that I am genuinely thrilled for anyone who gets married. It is a complete mystery to me how people find each other and decide that this is the person they want to spend eternity with. So it seems like a miracle every time it happens. And it's nice to sit and chat with ladies I haven't seen in a while. And there is always really delicious food. At my cousin Sarah's shower last night we had cream puffs. And if that isn't reason enough to miss America's Next Top Model, then one must not exist.
So I'm not bitter. But I am jealous. And not of the girl getting married. But of the girl getting the Kitchen Aide. And the pillow shams. And the mixing bowls, and guest towels, and laundry basket, and place mats, and ice cream makers. To get a husband AND a rice cooker seems like an excess of riches.