Happy, Happy

Birthday, sheyeblaze ! 

I hope this one is better than the best you ever had--but just the baseline for many more to come.

I laughed, anyway. *grin*

Backstory:  I am eldest of three, my brothers being two and seven years younger than I am.  We had a nicely normal childhood, and have maintained good relations as adults.  When I turned 40, I decided to imitate Jack Benny, and remained "39" when someone (besides my doctor, anyway) asked my age.  As my  brothers also reached that milestone, I started claiming to be younger than them, when I wasn't saying that because my mother was so talented, we were triplets born over seven years.  When Don had his first pneumonia, many years ago, my brothers were in the room when friends showed up, one of whom guessed that we were siblings, at which I trotted out the triplets story: "I'm 39, *pointing at Will* he's 39  and *pointing at Jim* he's really 39!"

Will sends me birthday greetings most years, riffing off this long-standing joke.  He sent this one yesterday, titled "How does one do such a thing":

Hey kid,

 

Another anniversary is here, OK so it tis tomorrow, but it doesn't relive the problem I face.  What actually do I wish you?

 

You have become perpetually 39 or something like that.  So I don't want to repeat and repeat and repeat Happy Thirty-ninth Birthday. (It will show my age, which by the way I don't conceal...nor do I brag about either.)  If I don't wish you a Happy Thirty-ninth Birthday, does that mean I am a un-caring, un-loving, un-other things a Christian feller ought not be?

 

So if I neglect to comment on it as if there is no twenty-second anniversary of your thirty-ninth birthday, is that being untruthful?  Remember, I am one of those who knows that "the truth will set you free."  and I would want my bestess (all be it my only) sister to be free of any delusions.  (Although watching the delusional can be fun and make for good TV, it isn't something I would want for family members.  It may be genetic and you know what that would mean...Jim might get delusions too.)

 

I realize that some folks would not mind if birthday anniversaries were forgotten but on the other hand there are others of us who like to gleefully remind others that they are older than I. 

 

It is, as usual, quite a dilemma.  So in hopes of not doing the wrong thing...Happy Ground Hog's day.