I’ve been telling people all year I was 69. Now I will start telling them I’m 70.
Why, you may well ask. Beats me. I’ve done it this way all my adult life. Maybe I’m just an inveterate liar. If so, it comes with the territory.
Or maybe it’s supposed to be predictive. A superstition. As in if I say I’m a year older, then I’ll get to be a year older. Or something like that.
“Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive!”
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 