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<p><span style="FONT-SIZE: 13px;"> I woke up early, feeling depressed because it was my birthday, and I thought,<br/>"I'm another year older," but decided to make the best of it. So I showered and<br/>shaved, knowing when I went down to breakfast my wife would greet me with a big<br/>kiss and say, "Happy birthday, dear." All smiles, I went in to breakfast, and<br/>there sat my wife, reading her newspaper, as usual. She didn't say one word. So<br/>I got myself a cup of coffee, made some toast and thought to myself, "Oh well,<br/>she forgot. The kids will be down in a few minutes, smiling and happy, and they<br/>will sing 'Happy Birthday' and have a nice gift for me." There I sat, enjoying<br/>my coffee, and I waited. Finally, the kids came running into the kitchen,<br/>yelling, "Give me a slice of toast! I'm late! Where is my coat? I'm going to<br/>miss the bus!" Feeling more depressed than ever, I left for the office. <br/><br/><br/>When I walked into the office, my secretary greeted me with a great big smile<br/>and a cheerful "Happy birthday, boss." She then asked if she could get me some<br/>coffee. Her remembering my birthday made me feel a whole lot better. <br/><br/><br/>Later in the morning, my secretary knocked on my office door and said, "Since<br/>it's your birthday, why don't we have lunch together?" Thinking it would make<br/>me feel better, I said, "That's a good idea." So we locked up the office, and<br/>since it was my birthday, I said, "Why don't we drive out of town and have<br/>lunch in the country instead of going to the usual place?" So we drove out of<br/>town and went to a little out-of-the-way inn and had a couple of martinis and a<br/>nice lunch. We started driving back to town, when my secretary said, "Why don't<br/>we go to my place, and I will fix you another martini." It sounded like a good<br/>idea, since we didn't have much to do in the office. So we went to her<br/>apartment, and she fixed us some martinis. After a while, she said, "If you<br/>will excuse me, I think I will slip into something more comfortable," and she<br/>left the room. <br/><br/><br/>In a few minutes, she opened her bedroom door and came out carrying a big<br/>birthday cake. Following her were my wife and all my kids. And there I sat with<br/>nothing on but my socks.</span></p><p><span style="FONT-SIZE: 13px;"></span> </p>[em01][em01][em01] |
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