Two weeks ago was my 45th birthday and I wasn't feeling too good that morning. I went to breakfast knowing my wife would
be pleasant and say, "Happy Birthday!", and probably would have a present for me.



As it turned out, she didn't even say good morning, let alone any happy birthday. I thought, well, that's wives for you,
the children will remember..



The children came in to breakfast and didn't say a word. So when I left for 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
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, "By George, that's the greatest thing I've heard all day. "Let's go!" We went to lunch.



We didn't go where we normally go; instead we went out 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 comfortable"



She went into the bedroom and, in about six minutes, she came out carrying a huge birthday cake ----- followed by my
wife, children, and dozens of our friends, all singing Happy Birthday.







And I just sat there ---- on the couch ---- naked