From DH? Hrm. Nothing really bad. He was well trained from his mother. I have NO use for pretty things really - really, am I going to wear a sparkly necklace or spiffy sexy dress around big cats who think I'd be a tasty snack? - and if I want them, I buy them on my own. When I say I want THIS vacuum, he gets me that one and I'm thrilled. I got a new spiffy crockpot for my birthday, I LOVE it. No more fussing over a stove when I want to sit on my butt after work. I got an IOU for painting our bedroom with a trip to the store to pick out the paint for Christmas. Sigh. That was the best ever.
In-laws are pretty good, but they have no idea, so we get money or giftcards. It's fine, we get them gas cards since they happily spend most of their time travelling in their RV.
My parents are insane. Since DH and I got married, we get diapers and baby things for ANY present. Nevermind the fact that I have made sure I can't have children, and we are enjoying life without children and don't want any. Oh well, the crisis center can always use diapers. And cloth diapers make good rags. My brother gets the same treatment, and has tried to point out that he's got a 12 y/o and a 15 y/o and doesn't plan on adding to the flock.
Our sister however remains the frootloop of the family. At least she's so self centered and nasty, she usually just forgets anything other than Christmas, so I only have to throw one thing in the trash a year. Christmas this year was Dum-Dum lollipops, one each, that had been sucked on already. Yes, seriously. Her brats, I mean kids, got into them.
Brother and I just shake our heads. She's the baby and crazy spoiled, so there is pretty much no hope for her yet.