My birthday is on Tuesday — I’ll be 25, a whole quarter-century — and Mom and Dad have been asking me what I wanted for it. A hard question to answer because I didn’t particularly want anything. Nothing they could give me, that is. They provide considerable support as is, and I’m not really a material person and don’t have a lot of space for the stuff I have already. Usually I get books, which is fine, but mostly I prefer to use the library rather than keep them at home. (I rarely buy a book anymore that I haven’t already read a library copy of. If I read the library copy and fall in love with it, then I put it on my wishlist.)
Anyway, Dad says that for my birthday he will buy me a five-year contract with my web host for Charley. Right now I’m paying by the month, which costs twice as much in the long run. So now I won’t have to worry about the hosting thing for five whole years, even if my debit card expires again or they freeze my account again cause of identity theft — both of which have lead to past account suspensions, if you might recall.
Way to go, Dad. Your daughter loves you!