My birthday is in eight days.
In eight days I turn 30. I'm not having a problem with turning 30, although people seem to keep suggesting that maybe I should have a problem with it. I think my lack of problem comes from being thought to be somewhere in the range of age 13-16 for most of my twenties. I kid you not, when I walked into take my teacher picture for my ID one year, the PTA mom asked me who my homeroom teacher was. ME! It's ME. As a matter of fact, I'm YOUR kid's homeroom teacher. Cue awkwardness.
So, we're having a party and I'm exceedingly excited. The invitations say, in large letters, NO GIFTS. Unfortunately (for him,) the husband is exempt from this command.
I'm not sure what the husband has in mind, but here are a few ideas of things I'm kind of thinking I might want.
Beatles Rock Band
Here's the thing. we're kind of a one game at a time kind of family. Currently, we're on a Mario Kart kick that I don't see ending anytime soon. (Oh, and the BEST part about watching my husband play Mario Kart is his outright insistence that the game is rigged. Seriously, he gets irate. Kills me.) Also, this is not a game I see myself playing alone. Also? I SUCK at Guitar Hero and don't imagine that I would be any better at this. But, I still kind of want it anyway.
See, here's the thing. I read. A lot. But, there's really no reason I can't check out books from the library and use Paper Back Swap, like I have been. I don't travel, I don't find myself out and about with a lot of down time and need a book handy to keep me busy. Truthfully, what I would really like would be for my mom to pass down one of her used Kindles, as she and my father go through them like water. I believe there are four of them kicking around her house right now. Let's call it recycling.
An iPhone. Of all of the things listed above, this is the least likely to happen. I do like my Blackberry, but covet an iPhone.
So pretty. Oh apps, come to me.
Eight days and the truth shall be revealed.