And I don't care. Hell, I stopped dying my hair last year and let it go mostly silver.

And then I see that my annoying SiL (who is turning 40 herself in a couple of days) posted to my Facebook "Happy 29th birthday, (again)!.

If I rolled my eyes any farther back, I'd be seeing my own optic nerve.

I don't generally care about birthdays in general, and this one is no different.