Damn. The husband's birthday is Friday - the Ides of March - and as usual I don't know what to get him. He almost always gets me lovely expensive presents - Prada backpacks or 40 red roses from Holland that have all the women in the office sneaking down to my desk to have a look and then bemoan that their husbands and boyfriends would never be so romantic.
The problem is that I don't trust my own taste anymore because he has so much more than I do. Taste, I mean.
The Swedish phrase for the day is ingen aning. It means no idea, haven't a clue.
- by Francis S.