Same age, same age, same age

My first cousin Lana is younger than I from late August of one year to early May of the next. So, now, we are the same age. I don’t know why, but this time of year, I always feel like “Ha ha HAHAHA d’ HAHA” and chortle some.

Happy Birthday, Lana Jane.
lana
lana and fam

Oh, yeah, there’s this picture of us from some time back:

That’s me on the left and Lana on the right. (Susie is between us and Glenda is right behind her. We were the little ones.)

Now that I have my giggling out of the way . . . for a moment . . . HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LANA.