My pregnancy brain couldn't comprehend on how one could mistake a comforter for a mixer. A comforter was something of luxury and would help you sleep...while a mixer would torment me and confirm my suspicion that I really sucked at baking. I was happy with my big bowl and spoon, it worked just fine with my box of brownie mix.
So, I returned it, and had my eye out for a new comfy comforter. The thing is, I never found that perfect comforter...and basically was shit out of luck on the Christmas gift that year. I'm sure the refund money went to kid toys, because, well, thats what I do.
I have no one to blame but myself. Should have just kept the damn mixer in a box under my sink for a few years until I was ready to use it...like now. Yes, I would like that Big, Red, Shiny Kitchen Aid mixer now, 5 years later. I've been thinking about it lately. How it would be nice to try to make some homemade bread with the kids. I could try to make some kind of bakery good that didn't come from a box. When my girlfriend requested that on my thriftshop runs to look for a Kitchen Aid mixing bowl, I knew I was really missing out.