Two weeks ago was my 45th 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. But 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 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 singing Happy Birthday…

And there I sat . . . on the couch . . . naked.