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 probably have a present for me.
She didn't even say
“Good Morning,” 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.”
And 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 George, 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.

I had such a cool response - but it's the wrong forum board for that... hehe

too hilarious!