On this day, a long time ago, in a country far, far away (where they eat those delicious Galaxy bars), I decided to stay 29.
Now, obviously, I understand time doesn’t really work like that. The unused birthday had to go somewhere, otherwise it would just be silly, which is why I gave it my oldest brother. I’ve done the same thing every year since.
So here’s to you, Michael. By my reckoning, you’re 80 years old today, and looking well on it.
As for me, I’m staying 29.