My mom has wanted fishnet stockings for Christmas for years, but Bigfoot and I just don't feel comfortable going into a store and saying, "Hi, I'd like a pair of fishnet stockings for my 56-year-old mother," and I don't know if my dad would know where to look, because he really isn't wild about shopping. Oh, and whenever anyone asks my dad what he wants for Christmas/birthday/Father's Day, he always says "Peace on Earth, or if that's not possible, peace on Starvingartist Street, or at the VERY least, at 123 Starvingartist Street." Needless to say, nobody has been able to make that happen (no, we haven't even been able to manage peace in our own house, that pipe dream usually goes out the window as soon as it's time to put the tree in its stand, and if I hadn't come up with the idea of rolling each strand of Christmas lights separately and putting them into individual bags, then we'd probably have bloodshed, lol). So, that's just the way things go at our house--no fishnet stockings for my mom, and no peace for my dad.