My birthday is the first week in June.
This afternoon Vince and I were talking about something he’s been going to do.
Me: Can we set a goal for when we might get this done?
Vince: Sure! (but kinda like . . set any date you wish . . if it gets done it gets done!)
Me: You set the date because you’re the one who has to do the work.
Vince: How about the end of May?
Me: How about we give you a little wiggle room and say you’ll have it done by my birthday.
About five minutes later, he said “When’s your birthday?”
You might think it’s a joke but it may not be.