There's No Slowing Down...

We're watching the Grammys.
My nephew is reading Angels and Devils.
I'm online doing some electronic housekeeping.
My husband is reading the paper.

We've been invited to a wedding.
I added it to the calendar.
I checked the Registries.

then

I emailed my friend Cindy. She's blond. She grew up on Vermont. She wears LL Bean with regularity. She's up on this kind of stuff.

I just went online to Allison's wedding registry. I’m in shock. So as tacky as this is I have to ask you- do you old school wasps give cash at the wedding or is that just my Massachusetts townie Italian roots? You realize of course that I never even HEARD of open bar until college. I grew up with the $50 shower gift and a $150 check at the reception. Doug says Ally's people don’t do that.

Thoughts??? HELP!

Then I went back to the registry.
"$625 for silver service. Service for 12." I murmur, scrolling.
"Is that $625 a setting?" my husband asked.
"I think so" I replied. I scrolled down. "Yep. The gravy ladle is $300."
"There's the tablespoon...and the server...Oh, and the Vera Wang sterling picture frame..."

"That's a lot of silver" my husband noted absently.
to which my nephew, heretofore completely silent replies
"Maybe they're worried about werewolves"

We both look up.
He's still reading.

"You can melt it into bullets you know..."