I have declared a moratorium on all acknowledgements of my birthday this year…except for presents. I’m not totally cold hearted. I’m doing this for Dave’s benefit because I know how disappointed he gets when he can’t buy me gifts. I’ve been submitting my ever increasing birthday demands throughout the last month or so “You mean for the birthday we’re not acknowledging?” After 18 years of marriage, I have given up the stupidly romantic notion of leaving Dave to his own gift giving devices. I pretty much do everything except pay for the gift. This time I have left him to pick out the specifics. With each passing year, my present requests have eerily come to resemble my every practical mother’s, “Just get me a laundry basket for Christmas.”
This year I’ve requested a tripod and a handheld recorder. I have long since abandoned being the recipient of baubles and bling. After Dave bought me two different pairs of sapphire earrings and I lost both, I determined that I cannot be entrusted with any adornment over $30, and even then…
Oh, I need to add interlocking exercise mats to my wish list.
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