My mother. She made some bandanas for our dog, and gave them to us a week or so ago. We thought they were cool. Later, she said, "Sorry you didn't like the bandanas." I was like, "News to me, I thought they were great." "Well, they weren't what <my wife> was expecting."
I didn't even bother mentioning it to my wife until yesterday, who, of course, was fine with the bandanas, as I knew she would be. During that conversation, my wife and I talked about how we need to constantly walk on eggshells around her, because who knows what she'll be upset about next. It's exhausting.
I don't know where my mother gets this stuff. The sad part is that this is actually one of the more sane incidents.