I know 13 is not an auspicious number, but sometimes, there’s no getting around it. You have to plow through 13 to get to, say, 21 or 42 or 69 or any of the other numbers that people love to love.
And so, we’ve arrived at number 13. Here’s to another year together, and hoping that number 14 comes quickly.
P.S. I am not getting you lacey underthings, despite the suggestions of etiquette people. Nor am I getting you a barometer, which seems to be a popular gift for Brits. (Ahem: W? T? F?) I suppose I could get you a fur, but we’re in New Orleans, and you’re already fairly furry, so how about a cordless Dremel instead?