Two weeks ago was my 35th 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" 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. 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 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 to
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
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 change."
"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 singing Happy Birthday. And there I sat... on the couch... naked.