My Birthday

Two weeks ago was my thirty-fifth birthday and I wasn't feeling too bothered about it that morning.

I went to breakfast knowing my wife would be pleasant and say, "Happy Birthday" and probably prepared a present for me. 

Forget "Happy Birthday". She didn't even say "Good Morning".

I thought, "Well, that's wives for you, the children will remember." 

However, the children came in to breakfast and didn't say a word.

I went to the office feeling pretty low. 

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, "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 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 change."

"Sure." I replied excitedly. 

I started getting very excited and thought today is my lucky day.

She went into the bedroom and in about six minutes later, she came out carrying a big birthday cake, followed by my wife, children, and dozens of our friends, all singing Happy Birthday.