That's hard to say. I've gotten some good ones, but I remember the ecstasy I felt when I found just one more surprise behind the Xmas tree when I was about four or five, wrapped so nicely in that old ivy-green Marshall Field's paper. It might have been a baby buggy or an easy bake oven. I can't remember now.

Then again, I got my dogs Irving and Claude for my birthday (separate years, of course), and that was pretty great.

My worst was the hideous gingerbread house mess that a "friend" regifted me from her son's school project. I also received a staple gun one memorable year. Yeah.

Have you ever considered just letting your eyebrows grow out?

Dogs and nature abhor a vacuum.