Best Birthday EVER

The ice cream cake. From the brand-name store. The basket of peaches for breakfast. The envelope. The envelope. The envelope. The envelope. A roomful of navy and leaf-green balloons. At 9:15 in the evening, the shout unexpected. The crowd full of strangers celebrating me.


I am twenty-three.

Comments

xister said…
Which envelope? The envelope theorem perhaps?
September 13, 2007 at 9:22 PM
mlh said…
Close, Xister--the ones with the cards. Although the envelope theorum is good too.
September 15, 2007 at 10:15 PM
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