OK...got a damned combination gift card...again. You would think that after over 30 years of being reminded I hate these things the family would get the message.
Dad knew better after the 18th birthday.
Notes for future gifts from family: I get enough virus-loaded chain mail from you that I think you have my e-mail memorized. Look up my lists on Amazon. When all else fails, send cash.
Bitter? More than likely.
Now, off to bed, then to plan how to make sure I have a decent birthday weekend.