It has begun. The relentless "What do you want for your birthday?" questioning. Since last weekend, Timmy has been constantly asking me. Sometimes he will try to work it into the conversation. Other times he will spring it on me like a sniper attack. Maybe he's hoping to catch me off my guard so I'll tell him what I really want. But I already told him - I already have everything I want. In fact, I have too much stuff.
Well, he won't quit. So I gave him this list of things I want for my birthday:
A spa day (including massage, manicure, pedicure, facial, etc.)
Psychic Reading
$10,000 to start a stock portfolio
Winning Lottery Ticket
Backyard Fence
Hardwood floor in living room (only room in house without it)
Trip to Caribbean/Europe/Australia
Professional house cleaning
Dog-sitter
More Bookshelves
Pink iPod (don't really need it, but they're neat)
Rob Thomas (not his cd, I want him)
Dinner at 220 Seafood on crab legs night
Working lightsaber
What do you think are the chances that I'll get any of these? I guess I'll go update my Amazon Wish list...
PS. How awesome would it be to have a lightsaber?
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