I am only a day older than I was yesterday, although all the paperwork the world has to offer will tell you I've aged a whole year in that day. According to tradition I have now reached the age of permanence—I can be 39 for the rest of my life. It would certainly make remembering my age much easier, but actually I plan on turning 40 next year; my sister-in-law has promised me a grand over-the-hill celebration.
This year, though, a tip-of-the-hill celebration with my goofy family. Delicious and delightful.
