I did something this year that a lot of people would probably like to do. I got a year younger. You see, I have gone through this entire year thinking that I was 45 years old. I had noticed on my friend's MySpace that she had her age as being 44 and I know that she and I are the same age so I assumed that she had made a mistake.
Then, at dinner the other night, Brian was talking about how he is going to be 46 at his next birthday. I corrected him, telling him that he is already 46 and will be 47 at his next birthday. He then corrected me, telling me that he was indeed 45 and will be 46. I gave him a puzzled look and asked if I were really only 44 to which he replied "yes".
I was stunned. I've been telling everyone I was 45 and was not looking forward to turning 46 in a few weeks. But now since I've already crossed that bridge (in my mind anyway) maybe turning 45 will be OK.
The only bad thing about discovering you're a year younger than you thought you were is that you then realize that you've aged earlier.