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.
Why I fired my Secretary.
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.
