My Cardboard Balcony

This Birthday by Belinda Roddie This birthday was a nice one, all in all; it didn't need to be extravagant for me to be happy and have a ball, and the festivities were hardly scant. I enjoyed the weather and gladly sipped a milkshake with my wife beside the bay, and after we had made a couple trips to the store, she and I had dinner made, which we consumed while watching a fun show on Netflix. The presents also were lovely that I received, and don't worry, I know I'll have to send out thank you cards. For me, a quiet birthday was all that I'd need, with love sent from both friends and family.

We celebrated Emma's 40th birthday at the Maxim Motel, where we snuck in cold bottles of bubbly and a box full of doughnuts we had snagged from the nearby grocery store. It had been two weeks since Emma had left her abusive bastard of a husband, so she was definitely doing most of the drinking. After we sang to her, she sang back to us, though she decided on a jazz standard than just repeating that obnoxious birthday tune.