Two weeks ago, was my forty-fifth birthday, and I wasn't feeling too
hot that morning anyway. I went into 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
said, well, that's wives for you. The children will remember. The
children came into 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. About noon 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 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, we had another martini and smoked a
cigarette and 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 and children. All were singing Happy
Birthday..............and there on the couch I sat with nothing on but
my socks.