Some time ago, I stopped keeping close track of my birthdays. In fact, I’ve gotten so lazy that whenever Ian has his birthday, I simply start telling people we’re the same age despite being nearly a whole nine months younger. The problem arises when I actually do have my birthday. Since I’ve been telling people all year that I’m thirty-one, now that I’m having a birthday, I want to add a year to that to make it thirty-two. That’s wrong, of course. I’ve been doing this for years, enough to where I sometimes subtract too many in order to compensate for telling people the wrong age most of the year.

So I’m just going to try to remember that I can simply subtract my birthyear from this year. The problem with this? I can’t do basic arithmetic in my head without frequently missing a few numbers or switching some around. I can get an A in trigonometry and calculus, but I can’t add, subtract, multiply, or divide in my head without some effort. Silly really, but there you go.

Now to eat M&Ms!