Yep, birthday time again, and no I won't say what number, but I am the same age as Star Trek and the Monkees. You may do the math if so inclined.
I happen to love birthdays. Don't neccessarily have to be mine, but that's always an extra plus. I am a big-fuss person where such days are concerned, even for other people, though most of my family is of the less-fuss variety. Can make for some interesting situations at times, but hey. Variety makes life interesting.
For the past couple years, the husband has come up with the perfect gift, which proves he really does know and love me. He takes me to Barnes and Noble and lets me run amok, and he will not complain about whatever covers are on the books he has to take up to the register. It does occur to me that I've been nicer to him than I could in taking advantage of such generosity. May have to browse during the week and call it practise shopping. Be sure to include the music and stationery sections of B&N, not just the books.