No idea

My husband keeps asking me what I want for my birthday. My answer: no idea. How can I have no idea what *I* want? Who does that? I've thought about different things. A nice long coat. Some new shoes. A pair of boots. Some new games to play. Some new toe nail polish. A few movies. Eh, nothing too birthday worthy, whatever that means. :P I might as well ask for Nikon rifle scopes because that seems just as bizarre to me as the rest of the things on my list. I mean really, I have a coat. I have shoes. I don't NEED boots. I have plenty of games to play. I have plenty of toe nail polish. We have plenty of movies. So I feel like nothing I want can be justified enough to purchase. Am I weird? The whole thing feels weird. Oh well, I'll figure something out.