Surprisingly, I woke up yesterday to find out that my sixty-eight-year-old birthday suit still fit. Oh, it’s developed a lot of few wrinkles, but not so many sags … yet. And, no major rips, tears, or breaks mar the now-less-than-baby-fresh fabric. Of course, those once luxurious strands of red-highlighted brown that decorated the top have all disappeared, except for a few stragglers that got dyed by nature to shades of white and gray. That said, the old shell seems to be holding up well.
What made the day, however, were all the fun, thoughtful, and kind well wishes from friends and family. Thanks everyone for remembering.
Now, get ready for next year: I’m thinking about uploading the suit in its current state.