You're all lucky. All I got for my birthday was a book teaching me how to maintain a plane I can never own, a cereal box toy, and a slice of cake that wasn't even meant for me. And you know what? I didn't even care. I still took myself mini golfing and made the best out of a day lacking in attention. forget, I wish I could have gotten about $400 worth of stuff in the last 4 years of birthdays and Christmases combined. Spoiled brats.