I’ve been celebrating my 29th birthday for many years. Once, when I was actually 45 and wanted to have a big party, I invited everyone to the 5th anniversary of my 29th birthday.
Last week my son turned 29 and I realized that it is time to drop this beautiful, prime, evil, deficient, lazy-caterer number, that in addition is the largest power of two to have all different digits. No more celebrating 29.
For my next age, I picked 42. Not because it is the smallest abundant odious number, but rather because it is the answer to life, the universe and everything.
Thank you everyone who congratulated me on my birthday two days ago. For your information, from now on I am 42.Share: