The Birthday Curse

It's that time of year again. 39. Poor hubby. He hasn't done anything to deserve this upgrade. I don't know how to cheer him up - since the time I turned 18 and was officially and legally uncaged I'm not too fond of them birthdays myself, so how can I congratulate him on this with a straight face? Birthdays have started to feel like Christmas, reversed, from an emotional point of view. Happy birthday, you old fart. Emphasis on happy and fart. Why would anyone be happy about a yearly reminder of mortality? It's not 39 out of a million, you know. 39, goddamned. Is it that late already?