Didn't somebody say a lady should never tell her age?
My mom's pushing 94, and she doesn't mind saying so. (Besides, she's earned the right.) So why should I mind saying I'm turning 54 today?
I do therefore set aside this F&F post as B.C. self-aggrandizement day. Now accepting all birthday wishes from friend and foe alike. Have a clever one? A limerick. Mixed metaphor? A crack one-liner? Okay, then a 900-word tome. For each one my heart shall fly on a sea of gladness.