For my 30th birthday, Crissy gave me a beautiful cut glass bowl from Tiffany's that is still sitting on my dresser, filled with potpourri (there's a challenging word to spell -- I don't seem to pronounce the 't' and it took me multiple tries to even get close enough for spell check to figure out what I was looking for). I think I probably bought her a drink when she turned 30.
A couple of years ago I spent Christmas with her, Andrew and their respective parents. I was surprised with a Bliss Spa gift card from the family. I brought a bottle of Veuve Clicquot, which was a pretty crappy gift seeing as Crissy was pregnant and not drinking.
I even got to go to the 'Modern Classic' Yankees/Red Sox Game when Derek Jeter went diving into the stands to catch a ball in extra innings. That was awesome! Although in fairness, that wasn't so much as gift as tickets they weren't able to use. (In fact, as I remember they were quite pissed that they had missed that game.)
By far the best gift I have ever received from them is the $5 tire pressure gauge that Andrew bought for my car last year. I use it all the time and would never have thought of getting one for myself. I had taken to just ignoring the 'Low Tire Pressure' warning when it would go off. Actually, I declared it oversensitive and decided that it didn't like cold weather. I was wrong -- the mini immediately drives better when the air pressure is correct. An added bonus is that I feel fabulously competent when checking my pressure at a gas station. "No thank you, I'm fine." That's right, baby -- I got this. Love it.
That tire pressure gage is the only thing standing between you and a ditch! Use it wisely!
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