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mauve’s birthday was coming up and, well, i felt guilty. i knew she’d been struggling for a while now which, though i didn’t understand, i could empathise with.
so, with that in mind, i wanted to make her birthday extra special this year. i was going to plan her a surprise birthday party and invite every one of her family and friends (and trust me, there are a lot of them).
i’m absolutely not a cook, but i thought i’d put in maximum effort and attempt making her birthday cake myself. it turned out... well, it was no gordon ramsey creation, but it would do.
i researched all the best birthday gift ideas, and i found something that i knew would be perfect for her. heck, maybe it would even be able to solve all our marriage troubles.
but after that, it pretty much all went downhill.
so when i planned for mauve to have one huge picnic in the park with her friends and family, i kinda forgot that it was the middle of winter and wilow creek is rather prone to overnight boughts of snow. i felt somewhat concerned for some of the female guests...
also, stupid me, i forgot to bring the birthday cake which really was the bare minimum that i needed to do. plus i had to do all the cooking since the caterer was aparently “too good” for an outdoor grill and refused to cook without a proper stove.
“mauve, honey, just think of it as a special burger.”
“a what?”
“you know... a special birthday veggie burger. happy birthday...?”
phoenix, as ever, was not helping the situation.
“yeah, can i get two pretzels? this lame excuse for a birthday party can’t even scrounge up a cake.”
i thought that maybe mauve would manage to have a good time, surrounded by everyone most important to her. but the whole time, she just looked... disappointed? troubled? i couldn’t quite place it, but the only thing that was really left to do was to get her home and away from this disaster scene.
i had failed... unless my surprise birthday present managed to pull it out of the bag.












