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. So when I left for the office, I felt pretty low and somewhat despondent.

As I walked into my office, my secretary Jane said: Good Morning Boss, and by the way Happy Birthday!  It felt a little better that at least someone had remembered.  I worked until one o’clock, when Jane knocked on my door and said: You know, it’s such a beautiful day outside, and it is your Birthday, what you say we go out to lunch, just you and me.  I said: Thanks, Jane, that's the greatest thing I've heard all day. Let's go!'

We went to lunch. But we didn't go where we normally would go. She chose instead at a quiet bistro with a private table. We had two Martinis each and I enjoyed the meal tremendously. 

On the way back to the office, Jane said: You know, it’s such a beautiful day... We don't need to go straight back to the office, do we?  I responded: I guess not. What do you have in mind?  She said: let’s drop by my apartment; it's just around the corner.

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 

That’s why I fired my Secretary!