Today was my birthday. My Beloved surprised me by taking the day off, making me pancakes for breakfast, showering me with presents of gardening books and baking tools, and then and making an almost 6-hour long round trip (including lunch and a period of about an hour where we drove around in giant circles, hopelessly lost) to a yarn factory outlet far, far away.
It was excellent. All of it. And at the end of the day there was a great big piece of chocolate cake and a great big chocolate milkshake to wash it all down.
Excellent, excellent, excellent.
If you're going to turn 37, this is definitely the way to do it.