This is a true story. Last week was my 40th birthday and I really didn't feel like waking up that morning. I managed to pull myself together and go 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 trampling down the stairs to breakfast, ate their breakfast, and didn't say a word to me. So when I made it out of the house and started for work, I felt pretty dumpy and despondent.
As I walked into my office, my secretary Joanne said, “Good Morning Boss, and by the way Happy Birthday!” It felt a bit better knowing that at least someone remembered.
I worked in a zombie like fashion until about one o'clock, when Joanne knocked on my door and said, “You know, it's such a beautiful day outside, and it's your Birthday, why don't we go out for lunch, just you and me." I said, “Thanks, Joanne, that’s the best thing I’ve heard all day. Let's go!”
We went to lunch ...
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