Every year, it gets harder and harder to buy you anything to celebrate your hatch-day, cuz like many husbands (and tech-heads) out there, you just go out and buy whatever you want whenever you want it. Oh, I know that's an over-generalisation, but women out there know exactly what I mean. That is why men have growing collections of ties and socks they might never wear.
So instead, I resort to buying myself flimpsy (but very tasteful) negligees made of ridiculously thin fabrics and lace for your birthdays/anniversaries. Lame, I know... but it's a win-win situation: I get pretty things and you get... pretty things?
However this year, your present is a big hug and cuddles when you get back, cuz I've missed you all week.