J1nX
16 Jan 2007, 10:14
>Last week was my birthday and I didn't feel very well waking up on
>that morning.
>
>I went downstairs for breakfast hoping my wife would be pleasant and
>say, "Happy Birthday!", and possibly have a small present for me.
>
>As it turned out, she barely said good morning, let alone "Happy Birthday."
>
>I thought...
>Well, that's marriage for you, but the kids....
>They will remember.
>
>My kids came bounding down stairs to breakfast and didn't say a
>word. So when I left for the office, I felt pretty low and somewhat despondent.
>
>As I walked into my office, my secretary Jane said, "Good Morning
>Boss, and by the way Happy Birthday! " It felt a little better that
>at least someone had remembered.
>
>I worked until one o'clock, when Jane knocked on my door and said,
>"You know, it's such a beautiful day outside, and it is your
>Birthday, what do you say we go out to lunch, just you and me."
>
>I said, "Thanks, Jane, that's the greatest thing I've heard all day.
>Let's go!"
>
>We went to lunch. But we didn't go where we normally would go. She
>chose instead a quiet bistro with a private table. We had two
>martinis each and I enjoyed the meal tremendously.
>
>On the way back to the office, Jane said, "You know, It's such a
>beautiful day... We don't need to go straight back to the office, Do We ?"
>
>I responded, "I guess not. What do you have in mind?" She said,
>"Let's drop by my apartment, it's just around the corner."
>
>After arriving at her apartment, Jane turned to me and said, " Boss,
>if you don't mind, I'm going to step into the bedroom for just a
>moment. I'll be right back."
>
>"OK," I nervously replied.
>
>She went into the bedroom and, after a couple of minutes, she came
>out carrying a huge birthday cake followed by my wife, my kids, and
>dozens of my friends and co-workers, all singing "Happy Birthday.
>
>And I just sat there...
>On the couch...
>Naked.
>that morning.
>
>I went downstairs for breakfast hoping my wife would be pleasant and
>say, "Happy Birthday!", and possibly have a small present for me.
>
>As it turned out, she barely said good morning, let alone "Happy Birthday."
>
>I thought...
>Well, that's marriage for you, but the kids....
>They will remember.
>
>My kids came bounding down stairs to breakfast and didn't say a
>word. So when I left for the office, I felt pretty low and somewhat despondent.
>
>As I walked into my office, my secretary Jane said, "Good Morning
>Boss, and by the way Happy Birthday! " It felt a little better that
>at least someone had remembered.
>
>I worked until one o'clock, when Jane knocked on my door and said,
>"You know, it's such a beautiful day outside, and it is your
>Birthday, what do you say we go out to lunch, just you and me."
>
>I said, "Thanks, Jane, that's the greatest thing I've heard all day.
>Let's go!"
>
>We went to lunch. But we didn't go where we normally would go. She
>chose instead a quiet bistro with a private table. We had two
>martinis each and I enjoyed the meal tremendously.
>
>On the way back to the office, Jane said, "You know, It's such a
>beautiful day... We don't need to go straight back to the office, Do We ?"
>
>I responded, "I guess not. What do you have in mind?" She said,
>"Let's drop by my apartment, it's just around the corner."
>
>After arriving at her apartment, Jane turned to me and said, " Boss,
>if you don't mind, I'm going to step into the bedroom for just a
>moment. I'll be right back."
>
>"OK," I nervously replied.
>
>She went into the bedroom and, after a couple of minutes, she came
>out carrying a huge birthday cake followed by my wife, my kids, and
>dozens of my friends and co-workers, all singing "Happy Birthday.
>
>And I just sat there...
>On the couch...
>Naked.