There's no maybe about it, she gets 1 extra day a year to spend with Phil on her birthday and Phil made it about him because of a burger.
He didn't even get her a gift, it was late.
And to make it even better when it's Phil's birthday he chooses to spend it streaming demanding that kat bakes him a cake which he doesn't even eat with her. He takes it up to his little room and eats on stream.
This is her life now. Nothing improves unless you demand better as Phil says...
I guess this is one of the 1-3x/year I'm compelled to type this instead of just think it whenever I see someone surmising that Missus Burnell actually wants to spend any more time with or around that snorthog outside of whatever is the weekly aggregate that she just absolutely can't avoid. Trust me, this just ain't a thing.
Speculate all you want about nefarious marriage motives & diminished mental capacity. She still lives in a house with one of the most unpalatable pissbags who ever lived. And she has to deal with the Too Hot for TV version of his nonstop screamwhining & persecution complex narratives. I can barely endure the motherfucker's voice for more than 10m at a time no matter what he's saying, ever, & all we see is a few hours of the manbaby on his best behavior. Lol, can you
imagine what that absolute unit is like when he's not answering to a webcam?? Christ, I'd rather chew broken glass than even try.
Since she's sentient enough to get buttmad enough at a chatroom to go perma-ghost, she's well beyond the requirement to be perpetually, rabidly irritated with that screeching earwig bridge ogre upstairs. Just the fact that he constantly insists they hang around each other in the volume he claims is a dead giveaway that she avoids him like cancerAIDS as much as possible. The dude could give a Chia Pet a coronary.
So no, he didn't ruin her birthdsy by yanking her to BK, let alone the local junkhead crackflop one (which I have zero reason to suspect he really did anyway... You know, simply because he said so, & he's a weird, crippled shitheel & hyperparanoid compulsive liar who's deeper in the clutches of insanity than ever before) -including this entire epilogue yarn about getting BTFO'd in his manKaren conquest for Burger King recompense for his irreparable emotional trauma suffered at the hands of the Ethan Ralph-inspired trashburger.
The only thing this toolshed did to ruin her birthday is continue not to keel over from a fatal diabetic stroke. Whether or not she really deigned to spend her birthday within earshot of him. If, in fact, that's even not a lie. Which I doubt.
As long as she got some scratch from her in-laws, I promise you the day was not a wash for her.
