I was a lucky girl. My mom gave me a complete new set of cookware, which means I can throw away the ratty old non-stick that's shedding Teflon. My brother-in-law was very confused as to why I was happy-dancing, but he hasn't seen how ragged those pots are.
My husband was a meanie, though. No sh*t, there we were, at my mom's... I've wanted a Kitchenaid stand mixer for years, and the box under the tree was the right size, but it felt light... I opened the wrapping, and it WAS a Kitchenaid mixer! Joy! Rapture! Oh Frabjous Day! Let's open it and have a look...
Wait.
What the...
There was a pillow, a brick, and a Kitchenaid brand spoon in Empire Red, same as on the box. He got me a Kitchenaid mixer, all right... the manual version.
Ain't he a stinker?
(The mixer was in the closet. We went to Mom's the night before for dinner, and he pulled the switch, with my dad's complicity, while I was out getting Chinese food.)
Other than that, my in-laws again showed a near-total lack of understanding of who I am and what I'm about by giving me a glass candy dish and a gigantic ceramic bowl full of smelly-good bath stuff. Oh well. I have them held in reserve, just in case I need a generic gift. I'm not ungrateful, but even if I wanted a glass candy dish, that wouldn't be what I would choose.