Today we celebrated my brother’s birthday. Oddly enough, everyone thought he was 70 years old. Well… I am 4 years younger, which laughingly would put me at 66. So obviously they must be wrong. Maybe he turned 55, or possibly 59, but definitely not older. Ok, ok, so he reached his sixties, but he couldn’t possibly be in his late sixties. If by chance, he really was 70, maybe I was born much longer than 4 years after him, like 14 years after him. Yes, that makes the most sense. I was born 14 years after my old brother, which puts me at 56. I can live with 56. Please, don’t tell him about this blog, it might hurt his feelings.