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 boy, my parents did not do much to celebrate birthdays. They would just tell us youngsters gleeful birthday and every once in awhile we 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 gathering. My fiance knows how much I love to celebrate birthdays, so he makes a big 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 really wanted a new a/c. My buddy and I had had the same a/c since we first got married twenty years ago, and it was getting old. It made some odd 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 fiance was totally cool with getting me an a/c for my birthday, so when the afternoon finally came we made the choice to go a/c shopping. It was really 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, we have been enjoying our nice, cool house. My fiance ended up surprising me with another gift the afternoon after my birthday, but I believe my number one gift was the a/cs!