Heaven forbid the spice jars weren’t lined up in alphabetical order- she would act like that was a sign of the frickin’ Apocalypse! Xnxx video Or am I, as usual, over-thinking things and simply conducting myself as warranted and expected. Today is her birthday. My feet aren’t even touching the table!” Then she would have flashed me her “Why do I even bother?” smirk, which I would have countered with my “But you know you love me” grin, and then she would have sauntered closer, trying to maintain a “Now you’re gonna get it, mister” pseudo-scowl. As I return to my car, it bobbles about overhead… a large red helium-filled balloon with the words “Happy Birthday” spelled out in bright yellow letters. Those overpaid sons of bitches…
I lean forward, lifting a bottle of water from the coffee table and raising it to my salty lips. The TV screen is filled with a grainy old clip of the Beatles… damn, McCartney looks so young… nice haircut, dude. I don’t want to arrive with red-rimmed eyes, even if I suspect that I’ll end up leaving that way. The whole bottle of Jack Daniels. I silently blame the glaring sun for the tears burning my eyes as the balloon disappears from view forever.
