With real pony hair!
For the past month, I have been told that my birthday gift has "totally" already been picked out. This got me all excited. Presents! Actual things!
However, starting last night, he began bothering me for gift ideas. "What is this?" I said. "For the past three weeks, you've been refusing to tell me what you've got planned, but now you want gift ideas? Are you a liar? Are your pants on fire?"
He asked: "What do you really want? Something other than a dog. OR A PONY," he quickly added, before I could say: "A PONY!"
He knows me so well.
