In case you were curious

No, it wasn't a pony.

Chris was right when he said he got me the only thing in the world I really wanted for my birthday. I really want him to live for a pretty long time. Sure, we'll all get tired of the mortal coil, but I like his, um, coil. Anyway, I worry a little because he's been smoking since he was 12 years old and that's just not a good start, y'know? So he resolved that, starting on my birthday, he would pare down his smoking until he was down to less than 8 a day. Why 8? Because that's apparently the magic number as far as life insurance providers are concerned. And they should know. They're the ones losing out if all their clients die at age 45.