60th Birthday Memes Female Novels & Stories

It's Grandpa's birthday banquet, and yet my fiancee is working late again, missing her one chance to meet the family. My brother and his wife, still bitter about me taking the project from them, don't waste the opening. "What good is all his money when his fiancee can't even show up on a day this important? She clearly doesn't take him seriously." "That's why Archer's the smart one. He landed himself Claire Donovan, of all people. Even her throwaway gifts start at seven figures." I'm about to fire back when the familiar name stops me cold. My eyes lock onto the bracelet of dark wooden beads the butler carries in. It's identical to the one my fiancee just spent a fortune on a few days ago.

Nikita threatens. “Alright, alright, we’ll stop. I’m not missing my opportunity to fly in the lap of luxury.” Cordelia sighs in defeat. My smallish group of friends take a yearly girl’s trip with one another and this year we are heading to Bermuda to celebrate my 30th birthday. “Are you ready to be a part of the old lady club?” Cordelia laughs. She’s only 27 and is seriously a walking-talking-breathing Barbie doll with her blonde hair, blue eyes, big and perky tits, and an amazing figure. Bitch.

After thirty minutes of photography, I selected nine perfect shots and posted them to my I*******m: "27 years old today. Surrounded by so much love and so many roses. #blessed #birthdaygirl" I glanced over at Aiden. "Just posted to I*******m." "I noticed," he smiled, already pulling out his own phone. Almost immediately, I got my first like—from Aiden, of course—followed by his comment: "Happy 27th, Mrs. Carter. Looking forward to celebrating many more." The notifications started pouring in: Lillian: "Not gonna lie, Aiden totally nailed this birthday gift! #husbandgoals" Claire: "Happy birthday to my gorgeous bestie! Love you!"

“Ready Meme” “Ready bitch, let’s do this”, she says. Gabe and Spin get close enough for us to grab ahold of each other, and as Meme grabs my shoulders, I poke at her gut, causing her to giggle profusely and lose her balance before she falls backward off of Gabe’s shoulders and into the water.

I stare at her puzzled clueless of why she was apologizing. "Why are you apologizing?" I inquire her puzzled. "For not telling you happy birthday," she said to me. My eyes widen, she wasn't the only one who forget it was my birthday, I too. "It's okay," I told her. "You are so excited about the mating season you forgot." She smiled and came over to me hugging me. I returned her hug. "Today, is my birthday," I said sadly and in an unbelievable way as I laid back down while Chloe went downstairs to prepare breakfast. I was now eighteen years old; a young adult.

They wished me in unison with whistles and hoots. Ohh fuck, I forgot, it is my birthday... I turned Seventeen today. Uhh, happy seventeenth birthday Ryley! Tbc...

"With all of six days and all the manly experience you got from your highschool boyfriend?" She shrugged. "Beats only knowing what a man looks like from biology class." "Hey." I protested. "Sorry sorry. We aren't here to talk about men. Ew. We're here to have fun." She whooped. "It's my freaking birthday." "Yes. It is." In a few days, we'll be celebrating my twentieth birthday in a decidedly different way. Gia was the party girl of our duo and I always indulged her. Dressing up and wearing ankle breaking heels for a night out. She was also down to stay indoors with me binge watching N*****x when I wanted.

“Look, honey, I'm sorry I forgot. You know how slammed I've been—running the church, handling your father's business. It's a lot.” I nod, forcing another smile even though it hurts my cheeks. “I get it.” She brightens suddenly, leaning forward like she's sharing a secret. “Speaking of birthdays… my fiftieth is next month, and I'm throwing the party of the century. Manhattan elite, the whole church network, every sister congregation—nobody's forgetting this one.” I let out a weak chuckle. “A lavish party, huh?” “Absolutely.” Her smile is wide, triumphant.

I asked. "Be a good wife, obviously. But first..." She trailed off with a mischievous hum. "What are you up to?" I asked, raising a brow. "You can't be a 23-year-old virgin, and there's no way you should be hooking up with a guy who's ten years older than your dad," she shot back with a cheeky grin. "It's time to have sex ... Happy birthday, bestie!”

Maya Fifteen Years Later "Happy birthday!" Bianca is holding up her glass. "The big thirty-three—only seven years until forty and your mid-life crisis!" "Not so loud!" I grit my teeth, hissing at my friend. There is lemon juice stuck on my teeth; I can taste it. "Every single soul inside this restaurant doesn't have to know my age!" Jenna and Felicia lift their cocktail glasses, smiling at me with warmth and love radiant on their faces.