The Big Question

It’s that time of year again, time for another birthday.   And then of course I get asked the big question.   “What do you want for your birthday?”   You could’ve ask me that question six months ago and I could’ve told you something, but the closer it gets to my birthday, the less likely I am to have an answer.   Why is that?   I don’t know.   It’s been that way for as long as I can remember.   Call me fickle I guess.   So this year I’ve decided the answer will be I want Kettlebells.   Not sure what it is, or if I need it, but I like the way it sounds.