So my brothers, realizing that we had passed the evil 56, didn't spare me with their birthday cards this year. One card said: You know you're getting older when you see a younger guy and automatically start calculating whether you're old enough to be his mother. Bingo! Another one gave me a musical card that said: Another birthday isn't the end of the world - open it and music begins playing "The Final Countdown" - it just seems that way!
Gotta love 'em!