It was her 47th birthday. "I'm 50 years old," she said. Her husband said no, she wasn't. She was only 47. She was still a young pup. "I'm not a young pup, and I'm not a spring chicken," she said. "Okay," he said, "but you're also not 50." She said 47 might as well be 50—what was the difference? "People look at me and they think I'm 50. Nobody says, 'Oh, you don't look a day over 47.'" He told her that time goes by fast enough. She didn't need to make it go faster. She still had three years of her 40s to enjoy. He gave her a birthday card. She opened it. The card read, "Happy 50th Birthday!" "What's this?" she asked. "I thought you said that I was only 47!" He said, "I looked all over for a Happy 47th Birthday card—they don't make them!"