Snakes alive! I’m fifty-five!

Since my birthday posting last year revealed that I was born on this day in 1952, simple math reveals that today I’m as old as the speed limit for trucks with trailers on American highways:


I kinda like the sound of the double-nickel age. It has the resonance of rhyming slang used by British bingo callers:

11: Legs eleven; chicken legs.

22: Two little ducks.

33: All the feathers; two little fleas; ‘all the trees, Sherwood Forest, 33’.

44: Droopy drawers.

55: Snakes alive.

66: Clickety-click.

77: Sunset strip.

88: Two fat ladies.

On Tuesday I’ll be able to reap the benefit of having reached this grand old age, and claim my 10% discount for “seniors” at Ross Dress for Less when I buy my next pair of those light blue boxers I wrote about last year. I can’t stand the excitement!

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Happy birthday, Ian!

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