... is a shirt.
Lol, broke the news to my family while I was home for Thanksgiving. Told 'em I was tired of having my family out there trying to figure out what you buy for a guy like me who is, admittedly, very difficult to shop for. Told 'em I was fed up with folks spending hard earned money on a dude who really doesn't need a thing. Told 'em that I spent 2 days last spring getting 3 contractor bags filled with nice clothes that I had never worn and taking it to Goodwill. Have no intention of doing it again.
So I picked out one shirt. Never had a really nice flannel shirt before. Bought it, washed it, had it tailored. Wrapped it up and told mom to take up any donations that anyone wanted to contribute.
~whew~
Now I can concentrate on getting ready for the really important thing, the best tasting Christmas dinner in the eastern US. If my mom, a master in mountain cooking, and my wife, one of the Butterball Turkey Talk Line ladies, can't put a spread in front of you that would pickle Emeril green with envy then there it would be the first time.
Will