Two weeks ago was my 45th birthday. I sat down for breakfast with my
family, knowing my wife would be pleasant and say "Happy Birthday!"
and > probably have a present for me.
As it turned out, she didn't even say good morning, let alone happy
birthday. I thought, well, that's just great, maybe the
The children came in to breakfast and didn't say a word.
So when I left for the office, I was feeling pretty low.
As I walked into my office, my secretary, Janet, said, "Good
morning, boss, happy birthday!"
And I felt a little better that someone had remembered. I worked
until noon, then Janet knocked on my door and said, "You know, it's
such a beautiful day outside, and it's your birthday, let's go to
lunch, just you and me."
I said, "That's the greatest thing I've heard all day. Let's go!"
We went to a private little place. We had two martinis and enjoyed
lunch > tremendously.
On the way back to the office, she said, "You know, it's such a
beautiful day. We don't need to go back to the office, do we?"
I said, "No, I guess not."
She said, "Let's go to my apartment"
After arriving at her apartment, she said, "Boss, if you don't mind,
I think I'll go into the bedroom and slip into something more
"Sure!" I excitedly replied.
She went into the bedroom and, in about five minutes, she came out
carrying a huge birthday cake followed by my wife, my children and a
dozen of our friends, all singing Happy Birthday.
And I just sat there. On the couch. Naked.