I am one of those people who milk my birthday like crazy. I am well over twenty-five now, and I still like to make a huge deal about my birthday. I can remember as a little girl, my parents did not do much to celebrate birthdays. They would just tell us kids glad birthday and every once in awhile my great friend and I would get a birthday card. The first birthday that I can remember celebrating was my eighteenth birthday, and that was because one of my best friends threw me a birthday get-together. My fiance knows how much I appreciate to celebrate birthdays, so she makes a huge deal about my birthday. My buddy and I basically celebrate it all month long. This year for my birthday, I told my fiance that I absolutely wanted a new a/c. My buddy and I had had the same a/c since my great friend and I first got married twenty years ago, and it was getting old. It made some strange howling noises sometimes, and it did not do the greatest job at cooling the downstairs. It was relatively small as well which did not help. My fiance was totally cool with getting me an a/c for my birthday, so when the day finally came my great friend and I went a/c shopping. It was particularly a lot of fun. My buddy and I ended up getting two a/cs. One of them for the downstairs, and one for upstairs. Ever since then, my great friend and I have been enjoying our nice, cool house. My fiance ended up surprising me with another gift the day after my birthday, although I feel my number one gift was the a/cs!