So I was the big joke at my Grandma's this weekend, because I'm a little dim sometimes.
Here's the story:
My mom and grandma Ruth both have birthdays right after Christmas, so when thinking up Xmas gifts we've always gotta save ideas for the birthdays as well. Back before Xmas the sister was asking me for ideas for Grandma, and I, being helpful, tell her that Grandma needs pots, because hers date back to the Early Iron age. So Nicky goes and picks her up a nice set of pots on the way up to her place this weekend.
We get there and mom comes out and tells Nicky that Grandma's got a new set of pots already. So we tell Grandma that we're going to go into town. Of course, we have just gotten there, so she wants to know why we're going into town.
Nicky: I'm gonna be honest with you. I thought I had picked out the perfect gift for you, but it turns out it's the last thing you could possibly need
G-Ruth: Oh don't worry about it
Nicky: No, I want to get you something. I had gotten you a set of pots but it turns out you have new ones? Who the hell got you pots?
G-Ruth: I got them last Christmas from my other granddaughter.
Yup. I'm an idiot. I told nicky to get grandma the pots, forgetting that I had gotten her some last year. I thought I had gotten her a toaster. Nope, turns out that was the year before. Her old toaster used to scream at you when the toast was done.
To add insult to injury, during a disgusting emo moment of mine, I had complained to my mom that x-mas made me realize that nobody in my family knows me. Otherwise, why would I have gotten two griddles when 1) I hate to cook and 2) my own mother had gotten me one the year before.
So now I am a hypocrite as well as an idiot. This was the source of much amusement for the weekend. A story that even got told to customer service at the store when Nicky returned said pot set.