To me, birthdays are like standing in queue for a brand new rollercoaster. It's an agonizingly long wait, slowly creeping along in the corral, the anticipation building as the line gets shorter and shorter. Until finally you're next in line, the rush starting to build as you wait for your turn at the ride. And then you sit down...

One minute and 43 seconds of wild adrenaline-enfused thrills, the ride's over and it's right back to the back of the line where the wait starts over again.

Some rides aren't as good as you'd expect them to be. Most times, they live up to -- or far exceed -- your expectations. And on that rare occasion the ride operator is generous enough to hit that button and send you off on a double-serving.

This year, the operator definitely gave that button another smack.

You guys and gals are awesome. Big green 'roos don't deserve anywhere near as much attention as you give them.