At first, I thought it would be cool, like it was a sign my wife was born on St. Patty’s, but over the years, it’s just allowed me to be less of a drunk idiot on this day, and more of an attentive husband.

I resented it at first, because I love a good party, but the older I get, the more a drink is just a nice thing to relax with, or to pair with dinner. A celebration of milestones.

And it pretty much maxes out at two, on special occasions.

Gently toasted, not lit, is the maximum for me these days, so today, happy birthday, beautiful lady.

I’m very glad we found each other, and I’m sorry you’re doing all this one-handed.

Target: 1100 words
Written: 172 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Digital Fortress, Dan Brown
Comics: Devil's Reign 2-4, Cyber Force v2 30
Music: Interpol EP, Interpol