I'll bet you thought you had to wait for Christmas to get Christmas presents. And further, I'd be willing to bet you had to wait for someone else to give you your presents.
Well, not so.
And none of this is made to say that I don't get good presents, so bear that in mind.
Frank never gives me the presents I REALLY want, and when he does he wants me to buy them and then give them to him to wrap. So over the years I save a few things, but the things I REALLY want, I buy myself. He refuses to step inside a quilt shop, so he would stand at the door of the Quilt Corner and they would go get him what I told them I wanted the week before. He was their funny guy they always told the stories about. But they loved waiting on him!
I have a daughter and you would think you could rely on her to get the REALLY good stuff for you, but not so with this one. And when I do get her headed in the right direction, like the cast iron skillet for example, I find one in the junk storage shed of his mother's stuff leftover from after she died and we inherited everything. (Anyone want 17 snow villages?)