Tomorrow night is Chinese New Year's eve. It's going to be the year of the monkey. The years are signified by twelve animals that sequentially change each year. It supposedly makes it easier for small kids because they don't have to remember how old they are, just under what animal they were born. Of course, it gets a little trickier when you get older. I knew a woman who was born in the year of the monkey. That means she will turn 48 this year. She probably wouldn't mind if someone guessed that she was about to be 36, but she'd definitely be peeved if you guessed she was about to be 60. She doesn't look like she's a day older than the year of the rabbit. It seems that there should be a special animal for people born during Leap year on February 29. Perhaps a unicorn since they are rarely seen. One last thing, don't forget to stop writing year of the goat on your checks and start writing year of the monkey.
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