Two weeks ago was my forty-fifth birthday, and I wasn't feeling too hot that morning anyway.
I went to breakfast knowing my wife would be pleasant and say 'Happy Birthday' and would probably have a present for me.
She didn't even say 'Good Morning', let alone any 'Happy Birthday'.
I thought, 'Well, that's wives for you. Maybe the children will remember'.
The children came in to 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'. So I felt a little better; 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 far, that's the best 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 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, children and dozens of our friends.
All were singing 'Happy Birthday' and there on the couch I sat...naked.
