The Hubby: No. I'm turning 24! Wait, how old am I?
Me: Well, I'm 23...er...yeah....I'm 23. So you're 24!
The Hubby: Oh, f___! I'm turning 25?! I'm old!
This is what happens when you "celebrated" your last two birthdays either at Ranger School or in Iraq. For the record, The Hubby doesn't want a party of any sort, but I'm still baking a cake, darn it!