Happy birthday to The Wife
Our ages don't matter anymore. That's a good thing. Once you pass 16, 18, 21, 25 (that was very important to me; car insurance decreased by half) and 30, there's not much reason to count anymore. And I don't ever do any more math than absolutely necessary.

Neither, of course, does The Wife. She has been fully aware for several months that she was going to turn 33 today. This, of course, until she did the math and realized that the correct answer to 2003 minus 1971 is ... 32.

So The Wife has received a bonus year. Wish her a good one.