Far different from last year. That one was was the 60th and I had recently finished almost a year of sick leave for breast cancer treatment, still smarting from having my medical clearance pulled the day before I hoped to get on the flight for Afghanistan (and still smarting today, as well).
So, I was going back to work, getting hair back, had spent a restorative month in Greece and fetched back Mabel and The Devil in a Dog Suit, and needed a birthday present. Every year I give myself a little something, but this year, I thought, was special. I'd spent a lot of money on house renovations: two bathrooms, kitchen, roof, gutters and downspouts, a bay window. All that was left was to fix up the front garden, probably starting with a new driveway.
Hmm. A new driveway for THAT birthday. I actually seriously considered it.
Then better thoughts prevailed. Instead of replacing the driveway, I just made it look a whole lot classier:

Yep. That worked.
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