For the next eight days my younger brother and I will be the same age. Happens every year. When we were kids he reveled in it, catching up with older, and sometimes cooler just because of that, me.
Then our nation's birthday would roll around and for the next twelve months I would be the older sister again.
However, now that we are both technically senior citizens, (although, really, we don't seem quite that old or at least not to me), I get to gloat a little.
So welcome to the nearly-old-fogies club, Michael; hope you have a wonderful day with many happy returns of same.
Love you....your temporarily parallel sister.
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