Most people don't forget to note their own birthdays, but I am not most people. Not only that, it's one of those "milestone" birthdays (60) that generally involve a fancy trip or dinner out or something. J cooked dinner, but we put off going out until my knees were better and I could have trout.
And so I don't screw up again, J and I will celebrate our second 34th anniversary on the 9th. I don't want an opal, so I may buy myself something in amethyst--the 33rd anniversary gift.