Today I'm in a similar boat. May 31, always the afterthought day when I was a kid, the day after Memorial Day, is in exactly the same spot this year — with the added ballast of being a back-to-work-after-a-long-weekend day, too.
But this is fine. A stealth birthday is what I'm after (though mentioning it in a blog post can hardly be called "stealth"). Maybe Father Time will be too busy driving home from Ocean City to slap another year on me.
Even if he does, though, I won't complain. It is, after all, another year to embrace.