Last year, on my birthday, I woke up and realized that I wasn’t getting any younger… hell, 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 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.