..from my birthday.
I like Birthdays - mine in particular. It's that day that you get to have the presents. You don't have to wonder which ones under the tree are yours and be disappointed when someone gets one you would rather have had. All the presents under the tree on your birthday, are yours. Or in this case, mine. Not that disappointment is eliminated form the day. That thing you hinted about for weeks as being the one thing you'd really like? Chances are it didn't make the list.
But this year. This year I've bitten the bullet and told the parents I want an iTunes voucher; the wife that she's buying me new cycling/walking shades and we're going to the store on my birthday to choose; she's also taking me for lunch. My sister is a disaster, she'll probably forget and I'll get a card the week after. Or not. My mother-in-law I've left to her own devices. She buys good presents - she bought me an ipod shuffle for christmas.
The rest of the gang, well we buy each other daft stuff for our birthdays. A couple of years ago, they all clubbed together and bought me one of these childhood sweetie hampers - the stuff we used to buy from the candy store on our way to school. They helped me eat it. Such is friendship.
This year, we're going to a log cabin for a couple of nights and they are doing the cooking - which will be an event. I usually do the cooking, so it's gonna be an interesting time. I'm taking a stopwatch to time how long it takes before I get asked a question....
I'm listening to Bic Runga - Beautiful Collision - just incase you wanted to know.
