Before Christmas, my husband worried about what he was getting me for Christmas. He saw a comic of men in an ER with various household appliances protruding from their bodies. I told him not to worry about it because I was serious when I said not to get me anything since I wanted a new vacuum cleaner.

I did not get the vacuum, but something so thoughtful to me, yet other women may be thinking of the ER scene. He gave me a set of pots and pans that I have wanted for years. Because they are costly, I had been searching sales and buying individuals pieces on EBay. Other gifts are still in their boxes because all I want to do is play with my new pans. Even though the kids think differently, I swear that their grilled cheese sandwiches taste better.

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