One of the things I really like about my wife is her down-to-Earth personality and approach to things. She's capable of wearing a teal cocktail dress, heels, jewelry, and going to a fancy joint for a meal, but she would RATHER sit down over a plate of nachos, a pitcher of beer, and watch the football game at Scotty's Brewhouse.
Her favorite outfit is a pair of comfy jeans, an old flannel shirt of mine, and her boots. She's regular-type folk.
And she gets that from her parents.
So, this year, her dad/my father-in-law was given my "Wish List" for Christmas gifts, and he set forth:
1 Dremel 200 rotary tool with assorted attachments.
1 box of 5.56 ammo, 55 grain, FMJ, 120 count.
1 Indianapolis Colts sweatshirt.
1 fleece lined flannel shirt, XL-Tall.
1 l.l. Bean "River Driver" shirt.
All of these are ME. They are my kind of gifts.
Things I can have for years (well, except the ammo). Things that will be used around the Stately JB Manor.
Things that have real-world utility.
They are the kinds of gifts that I would give my son, were I to have one.
I've had worse people in my life.