Exactly! I bet Abby's MIL got hers from a thrift store!
Oh, she would NEVER stoop so low as to buy from a thrift store*! Oh no, this was no doubt from her personal mecca - - The 99¢ Store.
And, before I start to sound any more shallow, I honestly don't care where she buys me gifts or even IF she buys me gifts. She could draw me a picture of a rainbow and I'd be happy. I'm just so very, very, very tired of her sending me things that involved absolutely no thought whatsoever.
It was either one of a group that she bought at the same time and thought, "wait, I have a notepad I still haven't given away to someone, that will do . . ." completely forgetting that she'd done it the year before, or she bought the pad in the charity shop that Abby gave it to--wouldn't that be kismet? -if she actually received the EXACT same gift two years in a row. It was destined to be hers! 
If only! No, I wound up with that after the following phone exchange between her and DH:
MIL: Did I ever give Abby a magnetic notepad with flowers on it?
DH: (noticing one on the fridge**) Well, there's one on the refrigerator, so I'm guessing you did.
MIL: Thank you.
*I could write a master's thesis on her whacked-out sense of privilege
**Not from her, interestingly.