I’m looking forward to February 22, 2023 because then I will be 88, and I love elevens.  88, 77, 66, 55, all the way down.  They’re the best.

[My daughter is about to turn 11; she’s looking forward to it as well.]

Although, my great aunt, when I was visiting her in California, once said to me that there’s nothing wrong with me but 88-ness.  So that gives me another thing to think about.

 

[You could make up a good song about ages.]