I don't know why, but I generally get more excited about birthdays than Christmas, weddings, and anniversaries. Maybe it's the cake. Maybe it's the celebration of a life. Who knows? But to me birthdays were always more sacred than holidays.
So I'm splurging $15 on Italian for lunch, and I'm going to see The Little One Friday (since James Comtois is twisting my arm).
As far as what I want, I think I made that pretty clear. Failing a huge pile of cash, a magical pony and a Pam would be nice.