So if my husband got me a Playstation 3 and a book of Cosmo sex moves for my birthday...
Does that mean I get to get him a Chi hair straightener, some pretty earrings, and an iPhone for his birthday?
That's how birthdays work in marriage, right?
Note: Shawn's birthday isn't actually for a little over a month. But look how good of a wife I'm being by actually thinking about it so far in advance. That hardly happens. Gosh, I rule.