Two weeks ago was my 35th birthday, and I wasnt feeling too hot that morning
anyway.
I went to breakfast knowing my wife would be pleasant and say Happy Birthday,
and probably have a present for me.
She didnt even say Good Morning, let alone any Happy Birthday.
I thought, Well, thats wives for you, the children will remember.
The children came in to breakfast and didnt say a word. When I started to the
office I was feeling pretty low and despondent.
As I walked into my office, my secretary, Janet, said, Good morning, boss.
Happy Birthday.
And I felt a little better; someone had remembered.
I worked until noon. Then, Janet knocked on my door and said, You know, its
such a beautiful day outside and its your birthday, lets go to lunch, just you
and me.
I said, By George, thats the greatest thing Ive heard all day. Lets go.
We went to lunch.
We didnt go where we normally go; we went out to the country to a little
private place. We had two martinis and enjoyed lunch tremendously.
On the way back to the office, she said, You know, its such a beautiful day.
We dont need to go back to the office, do we?
I said, No, I guess not.
She said, Lets go to my apartment. After arriving at her apartment she said,
Boss, if you dont mind, I think Ill go change.
Sure, I excitedly replied.
She went into the bedroom and, in about six minutes, she came out carrying a big
birthday cake, followed by my wife, children, and dozens of our friends, all
singing Happy Birthday.
And there I sat… on the couch… naked.