Don’t be coy about your age. When my m-i-l said that she did not want a 70th birthday party, I told her that I would put up a sign saying “Happy 80th.”

I say that you are probably no older than 45.

Mazal tov again.

chsw

In the upcoming year, may your writing be prolific.

May you obtain a great job with excellent benefits.

And may it be that cats no longer get hairballs.

I’m not afraid to announce my age. I’m 39. Like Jack Benny, I’ve been 39 for some time.

And anyway, Sean Connery is married. And in another country. And, well, a bit too old now.

I used to want to go white-water rafting down the Colorado River, but, uh, I don’t anymore.

Hey. I know. I’ll work on my book when I get home tonight.

Meryl, when you get to be my age, you can start griping about your age. But I don’t gripe, ’cause the alternative is worse.

Bis hundert-tzvantzik yur mit gezint un glik. The ol’ Meah v’ Esrim.

May your next trip around the Sun be a sweet one.

Happy birthday, Meryl!

My mother is of the generation that “stops having birthdays” and told me that she’s holding at 79 and isn’t going to get any older. I don’t buy that; the only way to be young forever is to die.

Nothing wrong with age; age means experience and hopefully wisdom.