Do Not Be Alarmed

I must take this opportunity to make a very important announcement: I will not be giving birth in the near future. I do not think diaperpads are especially cool, and I do not want or need any as a wedding gift.
Contrary to popular Target wedding registry belief, Brandon and I did not register for random baby paraphernalia. Yet, as I check the Target website, I see that someone has mysteriously actually purchased these items for us! What? First of all, how did this baby stuff get on my list, and WHO would actually buy these, thinking they would be useful to me?!
Actually, I had a dream the other night in which I was very upset that we had forgotten to put baby items on our Target wishlist for the wedding; dream-version Brandon quickly reminded me that you do not register for baby stuff for weddings and that I was being absurd. Consequently, I considered the possibility that I registered for these things in my sleep, but then remembered that I do not have Internet at my house and this is therefore impossible. This is curious indeed...

Cyberspewing

I hear blogging is the cutting edge of communications, and I would hate to be left behind. Blogging is in. Talking is out. Oh, the wave of the future.... so now I'm going to be a blogger - and still a talker. Don't worry. You should be really excited about this - me spewing my thoughts whenever I feel like it into cyberspace... it's going to be excellent.