I rationalized eating my second pack of Smarties today by saying “It’s my last day as a 27 year old, why not!“.

But then it hit me – The day of your birth is not the actual age you are. I was born August 30, 1991. So on August 29, 1992, I had been alive for 365 days, or one year (it was actually 366 days, but I’m excluding February 29). I turned one on August 29.

Which means that on this day, August 29, 2019, I have literally been on this earth for more than 28 years!

Your age on your birthday is always the age you say you’re ‘turning’ plus one day. You ‘turned’ that age the day before.

This information isn’t really useful in any way, and someone will probably comment that it’s flat out wrong. But I may start celebrating the day I turn my new age as opposed to the anniversary of my birth. Except this year, since I’m realize it today when I’m already 28 years old.

But next year! Turning 29 on August 29th!!!

I imagine Bud will like this post, Drew will hate it (he may not even read it) and everyone else will be indifferent or think it’s stupid.