Two weeks ago, was my forty-fifth birthday, and I
wasn't feeling too hot that morning anyway. I went
into breakfast, knowing my wife would be pleasant and
say Happy Birthday and probably have a present for
me. She didn't even say Good Morning, let alone any
Happy Birthday. I said, well, that's wives for you.
The children will remember. The children came into
breakfast and didn't 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.
About noon 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;
we went out into 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,
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, we had another
martini and smoked a cigarette and she said, "Boss,
if you don't mind, I think I'll go into the bedroom
and slip into something more comfortable."
"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
and children. All were singing Happy Birthday.
.. and there on the couch I sat...
.. with nothing on but my socks......
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