cookie hands!

I hate to go to a gathering empty-handed. Housewarming? I bring a pineapple. Birthday? At least a homemade card. And so it bothers me incessantly that each year my parents refuse to admit any shortcomings on the day before Thanksgiving. I've spoken to one parent or the other three times today, mostly to come up with a winter-weather strategy. Each time I've asked, "So, remember anything you've forgotten yet?" Each time the answer has been NO. They are simply too good at this.

We are bringing the following unsolicited items to Thanksgiving dinner:
1.) 2 dozen freshly-baked M&M cookies on a leafy plastic plate
2.) Creme de Cacao (my father makes kick-ass brandy alexanders)
3.) my mother's black sweater, with newly replaced buttons
4.) a bottle of cheap red wine, although my mother specifically requested Canei (yes you can!)

What are YOU bringing? Don't be a stooge. Come on, you've got to bring something.