Mork calling Orson

Louise and I aren’t really that big on birthdays any more. We’re happy enough that we have (had) each other for another year. Ohh we still buy presents but it’s not really a “big day”, which is probably a sure sign that we are getting old or something (would any of my older readers care to comment? For the record I’ll be thirty-two next month..).

The reason I mention this is that I got my first birthday present last night, over a month before my birthday. Why? Because my wife is a wonderful woman who knows me well. She figured that there was no point holding onto to what she had bought me for a month, I may as well get the usage of it. Very practical my wife (although she did admit that she wouldn’t have been able to keep it a secret).

This is what she bought me. More about this later.