In a bold display of independence, we (not our helicopter parents) are announcing our intention to
marry partner and hold a wedding presentation to display our love (and like) for each other.
Where are we registered, you ask?
Why, thank you for inquiring!
This is mostly because we lack the funds to buy cool stuff (thank you pathetic economy) but also because our heads explode when we see Granny’s living room and her floor-to-ceiling tchotchke collection.
We personally believe that everyone over the age of 40 is a hoarder and in need of a therapeutic intervention.
And so, instead of a cumbersome kitchen appliance or a random piece of cheesy art, perhaps you could buy us a generous gift certificate to Starbucks… that, or a house. We could use a house! (Is that a “thing?”) To be honest, we’re getting tired of living in our parents’ basements. We are incurring hearing damage due to the incessant hovering. […]