I was going to get you a puppy:
But then this one kept saying, “Unhand me, damnable woman! I already have an owner and her views are much more politically compatible with my own than your hippie dippie sensibilities.” Also, current dog seemed a little pissy about the whole idea.
Then I was going to get you Amy Adams:
But current redhead seemed a little pissy about the whole idea.
Then I was going to get you this (a few weeks late)
But I remembered this was supposed to be about you, not me. Oopsie daisy.
So I settled on an iPod Chromatic:
In seven days you get me, in a $*,*** bow. On second thought, happy birthday to me!