My birthday is coming up in a mere thirty-seven days. (No need to exclaim; it's not a big deal. I mean it - once again, for the fifth year in a row, it's not going to be a big deal, through no fault of my own. More on that later if I ever quit simmering over it.)

For my own edification, and that of my husband, who is maybe not in the doghouse, but is hanging out on its lawn over this, I am compiling a birthday gift wish list which will also serve as my Christmas list. Just choose a few gifts for the birthday, subtract those from the list, and buy the rest for Christmas. Very handy, that.

Obviously I wouldn't say 'no' to accepting any of these gifts from people other than Robert, but since my tastes run to the pricey side this year I'm not holding my breath. ;)

Here goes:

That's not asking too much, is it?