This is the story of the worst birthday gift I've ever received. And it's a true story.
It's a sad tale, and I wrote it because I think there are some great lessons for the wives and girlfriends of the world.
When it comes to birthday gifts, it's the though that counts. I wholeheartedly agree. When I buy birthday gifts for my wife, I usually start planning a couple of weeks in advance, definitely no later than one week in advance.
Here's what my wife gave me in 2012:
It's a pig. And it takes batteries, and talks. It's a talking pig.