Buff

Two weeks ago was my 35th 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.

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 change."

"Sure," I excitedly replied.

She went into the bedroom and,
in a few 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.