60th Birthday Memes Female Novels & Stories

A few people reacted to the above text with giggling emojis. "Everyone, allow humble ol' me to make a bold guess…" "Go ahead!" "Could this future wife of our boss be the reason why Mr. Layton was in such an unprecedentedly good mood today?" Everyone expressed their agreement after that person reminded them of that point. "Incredible! This young lady's amazing for being able to worm her way into our boss' stone-cold heart!" "How are you so sure she's a young lady?" "Gosh, quit joking around." The employee added a cry-laughing emoji. "What else could she be if not a young lady? Don't tell me you think she's an older woman? Our boss isn't that old. He's only 28 years old!"

she looks stunned “I guess... I guess we both missed my birthday... Does that mean I’m never going to turn forty?!” I laugh “Why do you sound so excited about that?” She jabs me in the thigh as I’m still chuckling “Some of us look our age you know King Rasmus! I think a lot of people have hang ups about turning 30, 40, 50... y’know. Stuff you’ve never had to worry about!” I grab her hand with the jabbing finger, holding it tight and bringing it to my lips so I can kiss it. “I’m sorry Kælighed; I don’t think you look a day over 25” I grin at her.

Jacqueline said, playfully glaring at Evelyn, her expression mock serious, while Joanna and Evelyn burst out laughing at her in unison. Joanna chuckled, clapping her hands together as she spoke. “Alright girls, let’s get focused please. Let’s talk about what’s on board at the moment. What’s the plan for your birthday? How do you wish to celebrate your 28th birthday, while still single?” she asked, a teasing look in her eyes.

REMI I looked down at my phone whose screen just lit up and smiled, it’s my alarm and it’s just confirmed the most beautiful and perfect day, 00:00 it’s my birthday. Today on the thirty first of December, I’m twenty five. It’s that age where you let go and make bad decisions. It’s the milestone of freedom and sin.

"Go, go , go shawty, it's yo birthday. We gon' party like it's yo birthday," I rapped, bobbing my head as I went down the stairs heading for the kitchen. I swear 50 cent's "In the club" is like a birthday anthem to every birthday boy or girl out there. It never got old and the words, although gibberish as they sound, were the perfect picture of how it was exactly to celebrate a birthday with style.

CHAPTER 36 WILLIAMS My breath hitched, and the smile on my face quickly faded. Today is not her birthday? That has to be some twenty-first-century joke. I cross-checked the date like four times before I started making any preparations. What the hell is she talking about? “What do you mean today isn’t your birthday?” I asked, confusion twisting in my voice. “Don’t tell me you forgot your own birthday!” It’s okay to be ambitious and hardworking, but you should also love yourself and take care of yourself. Put yourself first. Birthdays only come once a year, so why should you have forgotten about yours, huh?

she managed to say, sitting down. “Happy birthday, cougar! Are you doing anything on your day?” “Thanks, Jay! It’s Thursday, so I have to go to work. How are you?” “Fine, fine! We’re going out for dinner, but I wanted to be the first to congratulate you on your aging. Thirty-five! Dude, it only happens once, right?” “Thank God!” “When are you throwing your party?” “After New Year, as always. Go now, and thanks for calling!”

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.