Why I Fired My Secretary

Two weeks ago was my 45th birthday and I wasn't feeling too good that
morning. I went to breakfast knowing my wife would be pleasant and say,

"Happy Birthday!", and probably would have a present for me. As it
turned out, 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 kids came to breakfast and didn't say a word. So when I left for
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 that 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, "Well, that's the best thing I've
heard all day. Let's go!"

We went to lunch. We didn't go where we normally go; instead we went
out to a private little 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 stop by my apartment."

After arriving at her apartment she said, "Boss, if you don't mind, I
think I'll go into the bedroom and slip into something more
comfortable." She went into the bedroom and, in about six minutes, she
came out carrying a huge birthday cake, followed by my wife, children,
and dozens of our friends, all singing Happy Birthday.

And I just sat there . . waiting on the couch . . . naked......

~**a kiss is a lovely trick design by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous **~