The best gift yesterday was the two hours that I had the house to myself.  Not really, but that was nice.

I did get a branding iron with my initials on it, which was way cool.  THE WOMAN explained to me that it was not intended as a punishment for the kids, but is used for branding steaks.  A bit of a let down.

The big thing is that all of the kids thought of me, and that was enough.  At my age I don’t want any more “stuff” on holidays.  I’ve boxes full of “stuff” in the crawl space below the house that won’t see the light of day until we move again.  Why add to it?