On our first wedding anniversary (our First!, mind you), my husband gave me a skillet (a Skillet! I tell you!) It wasn't that I didn't Need a skillet... it just wasn't on my daydreaming list. Of course, being my newlywed quiet self, I acted all excited, and I was,,, kinda sorta. Still, I held my own counsel. Fast Forward ten years... It was Christmastime and I knew he'd been wanting to paint his garage. So I wrapped a can of paint and put it under the tree. Not as payback. Just because I thought he'd be excited. Really. Turns out, for two weeks he'd been been fondling this heavy round-ish gift and had determined, being the gym-bum that he is, that is was a stack of Weights. On Christmas morning it was the first gift he opened. The peals of laughter that filled the room delighted me. Then he grew quiet and said, "This is payback for the frying pan, isn't it?" That was one of our funnest christmas mornings ever!