As I was polishing the silver with my mother...
(yes, sometimes I think I should quit my job and become a housekeeper...you know, and upscale housekeeper, Remains of the Day style, without the....er...weirdness/class issues)
....we were talking about my grandma's ridiculous requirement: admission to Thanksgiving dinner is a Christmas list. This came up:
Me: I don't know what to put half the time because I don't need anything. I mean Jamaal needs a job up here, we need a place to live, we'll need, like, furniture and stuff, but on the Christmas list level, I don't actually need anything. Oh. Oh actually, I totally need bras and underwear (said with hope in my voice...)
Mom: *long pause* Well. No one is going to get you that. You're on your own there.
Luckily the Semi-Annual Sale is on. I might go try my luck after work.