Today is my 57th birthday. (Or, as it shall be known, The Day After Gary Said, "Your birthday's on the 27th, right?")
It's okay if he forgets, because he already gave me a great (and pricey) gift on Wednesday: he got the second Toto toilet installed. This time it cost three times as much, which is no doubt why we couldn't get the previous installer to come back.
No more three boxes full of toilet parts cluttering the house, no more upside-down toilet in the bedroom, no more surprising variety in toilet heights. It's all I have wanted since April.