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 big 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 youngsters thrilled birthday and every once in awhile my 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 celebration. My hubby knows how much I cherish to celebrate birthdays, so he makes a big deal about my birthday. My associate and I basically celebrate it all month long. This year for my birthday, I told my hubby that I absolutely wanted a new a/c. My associate and I had had the same a/c since my friend and I first got married twenty years ago, and it was getting old. It made some peculiar howling noises sometimes, and it did not do the greatest task at cooling the downstairs. It was relatively small as well which did not help. My hubby was totally cool with getting me an a/c for my birthday, so when the day finally came my friend and I went a/c shopping. It was absolutely a lot of fun. My associate and I ended up getting two a/cs. One of them for the downstairs, and one for upstairs. Ever since then, my friend and I have been enjoying our nice, cool house. My hubby ended up surprising me with another gift the day after my birthday, although I suppose my preferred gift was the a/cs!