Alright, so we already got her something about cats, so why not something else that is vaguely related to those fuzzy little friends?

We’ve never been able to have plants in our house because those little orange fuckers chew everything and then throw it up. Ya, it’s a lot of fun to clean up after them.

But what if we could have plants in the house, but not let the cats get to them? What if they were contained in some kind of hard substance that would let light through, but not cats?

Well luckily, there is JUST such a thing. Enter the terrarium.

I have no idea if Ashley will like this gift, but since you’re a good friend of hers and you picked it, then I’m going to blame it on you if she doesn’t like it. There’s no way I’m taking responsibility for something as big as a 40th birthday present. That’s just too much pressure, so it’s all you!

It’s either the pick that she had always thought was intriguing or she’ll tolerate it because the person giving it to her tried and failed miserably, but she would never say that it’s a bad gift because then that would mean the person giving it is a bad gift giver and therefore, a bad person. Nope, never.

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Well, now that we’ve chosen her gifts, let’s see what all she’s getting.