On Saturday, I celebrated the anniversary of the day on which I was born. This is commonly referred to (even by The Beatles, apparently) as one's "Birthday."
The "birthday" present that I bought myself that was from my family (yeah, that's how we roll), was a Gorillapod and Ballhead.
I've been nursing along a busted tripod for a few months now and I think the Gorillapod and I will get along quite nicely -- as soon as it quits trying to eat my skull.