Happy Birthday

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 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.”

“Sure” I excitedly replied.

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.