Two weeks ago was my fortieth 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 would 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. Maybe 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.?
So 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 best 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. And that is why I fired my secretary!
(Please note that it is JUST a JOKE. Not my personal story.)
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2006-11-14 @ 21:47