And no, that does NOT make me happy. Maybe when I was seven turning eight, yes, then I was happy about birthdays. Water pistols, birthday cake, cowboy hats. And presents. Everyone loves presents.
This year, I have decided upon a short list of possible birthday gifts:
- a private Lear jet (although I doubt I'll get this one, but it would be nice)
- a promissory note that I will never, ever go bald
- for G&T to flow from the tap in the kitchen instead of that minerally water crap that comes gushing out
- a new cell phone - and I don't think this is an excessive request people, so dig deep
- and world peace
Since my only viable options for presents are numbers 2 & 4, I'm hoping to find either one wrapped up and next to my bed tomorrow morning.
Thank you very much.
