Well I've shared birthday facts before. But I didn't see me mentioning what my parents "got me" for my birthday for the first or second year I was on my own? Where "the thought that counts" and "better than nothing" turn both into inaccurate statements.

Two things. A rusted MPH sign. (Your guess for why is as good as mine.) And the 2nd was a dusty Pillsbury Doughboy Cookie Jar, that they also had to know I'd never use. (Because I was slightly overweight at the time? Nice sentiment, ain't it?) 

And I don't know if it makes it worse that these things were supposedly bought at an antique store, versus random junk they pulled out of their garage. But to end on a more happy note, my tradition of my circle of friends celebrating each others birthdays is still going strong.