August 1 will be the first day of the Famous S_____ Birthday Month Celebration.
I've been telling everyone I'm 47 all year, and technically I'm not 47 until well into August. (A point driven home by the frat boy who chatted me up during the Coldplay concert and then retreated when he had chatted enough to make me turn my face toward him.)
My brother Dave and my siblings-in-law have been quizzing me to see what I want. Given that Gary only buys technology for my birthdays and Christmas, I skipped the present negotiations with him. ("Candy? No you don't want that! A fusion cuisine cookbook? Gah! I'm not buying you that: remember the pea soup?") Instead I asked for a high-def TiVo. Pointless, since I've recently realized the high-def TV is useless if you don't have an accurate glasses prescription. (The Best Buy guys should just ask you the last time you went to the eye doctor if you show interest in HDTV.)
Ah well, at least tonight Dave called and had me walk him through the process of buying something on Amazon, including the "Let me read you two pages of fusion cookbook names and stop me when one sounds good." One of the books suddenly sounded very good when we went to page two.
And it isn't like I don't have any hobbies. I should be easy to buy gifts for. Hmph. I can usually find myself something to buy.