Well, looks like it's hotdogs until Christmas. 

My 38 came in today and apparently I wasn't supposed to know.

Excitedly I go digging through the box like a kid on Christmas morning.

"That is not your birthday gift!" My wife said in a sweet but sternly voice.

Now I'm feeling like a kid who got caught peaking into his present.

"I wanted to wrap it for you". She said

Back in the box everything goes to not see the light of day until... well, Christmas eve. That could be the one I choose to open.