Two weeks ago was my 45th birthday, and I wasn't feeling too hot that day 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 "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 as I walked into my office my secretary, Janet, said "Good morning boss, happy birthday". I felt a little better, someone had remembered.

I worked until noon. Then Janet knocked at 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 and enjoyed some lunch. On the way back to the office she said "You know, it's such a tremendously 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, about five minutes later, 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 coach I sat ... naked.