I don't get the "Happy" part. If you want to look at it realistically, it's one year closer to death. A year, that like all the others, fly's by like you've been measuring in minutes. One day you're shovin' sand down the shirt of the girl you like during recess and the next.......you're stumblin' around the bedroom in the morning, trying in vain to remember where you left your glasses so you can don them in order find your teeth, all the while hollerin' at the wife to go find your hair. Meh, happy schmappy. It is, however, your birthday, so to you, Trick, I wish "Birthday", whether it was happy or not, I do not know.