Gary picked up a new habit during my birthday month. It seems he became addicted to buying me food every day.
His diet is Southwestern ranch dip, mushrooms, grape tomatoes, and "lean" BBQ beef chunks from Bandannas. He gets to live vicariously through me by giving me chocolate. Like Chocoholism Syndrome by Proxy.
Or, more likely, like Katie Holmes, who the tabloids complain is emaciated. Supposedly Katie only gets satisfaction from food when she feeds it to others. Gary has read this tabloid. He came home the next night with a Fillet o' fish and fries for me.
The chocolate is the go-to gift, unless something else grabs his fancy. Last Friday the fancy-grabber was a dozen white roses.
I always knew his "Love Language" was giving gifts, just didn't know I needed to work in into his daily schedule.