We have a lot of dreams, people. Dreams of a comfortable sofa. Dreams of vacationing in colonial Williamsburg. Dreams of living in a 100-mile radius of one another. Fancy, fancy dreams. We're pretty sure you can help with at least two of them.

Help us get back to fighting weight after fasting for our nuptials.

Jonathan complained that we'd have to get up early to catch the cruise, but so long as there are bottomless mimosas on the other side, I think we'll be alright.

Please note, as the site indicates, that we "need" this. Because we do.

Our La Croix habit will eventually lead us to the poor house. Send help, in the form of this Sodastream, so we can live the upper-middle class fantasy of fizzy water everyday.

Isn't this exactly the kind of thing that's supposed to be on a wedding registry?

As Gypsy Rose Lee sang, let me entertain you (with this sick cheese board). IDK. I think that's how it went.

Look, it's the baby board!

One can never have too many cheeseboards! Never!

I need dip, stat.

Warm sunny yellow and cold icy blue, just like the two of us.

Don't you want this to hang on our walls?

Help us get as much batter into our faces as possible, won't you?

A Midwesterner's dream: service for three different kinds of Chex mix.

Who are we kidding? We don't plan to use this for fruit.

Every afternoon at 4:30 Jonathan will be serving cocktails on this tray.

Help elevate our Pilsbury crescent roll habit, won't you?

Lord knows I can't resist a pretty mid-century lamp.

Have you ever used a felt coaster? They're the absolute best. You can tell they're the best because they're being marketed by Germans.

You've heard about forever homes, right? Well, this is our forever vacuum. Almost as special.