One sad man...

Last week was my 50th birthday and I didn't feel very well when I woke up
that morning. i sat there at breakfast hoping my wife would be pleasant and
say, "happy birthday!", and possibly have a 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 will remember. My
kids came into breakfast and didn't say a word so when I left for the
office, I was feeling pretty low and somewhat despondent.

As I walked into my office, my secretary jane said, "Good morning, boss,
happy birthday!"

It felt good that at least someone had remembered.

I worked until one o'clock and then Jane knocked on my door and said, "You
know, it's such a beautiful day outside, and it's your birthday,
let's 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.

We dined instead at a little place 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 back to the office, do we?"

I responded, "I guess not. what do you have in mind?"

She said, "Let's go to my apartment."

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 a moment. I'll be right
back."

"OK," I replied, somewhat nervously.

She went into the bedroom and, after a couple of minutes, she came out
carrying a huge birthday cake... followed by my wife, kids, and dozens of
my friends and co-workers, all singing "Happy Birthday".


and I just sat there...


on the couch...


naked.

*nobody understands*