Oh yeah. Last year, a local garden center had a sign up that said, “Thanks for 50 great years! Founded 1973”, and I thought, “Wait, that can’t be right - because then I’d be getting close to 50…ahh fuck.”

We were getting supplies for my sister-in-law’s 50th birthday a few weeks ago, and my wife kept saying, “Well, if we don’t use it, we’ll need it again in a few months!” Thanks, dear.