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My name is Yvonne, and this is why I'm now divorced...

Last week was my birthday and I didn't feel very well waking up on that morning.

I went downstairs for breakfast hoping my husband would be pleasant and say,
"Happy Birthday!” and possibly have a small present for me.

As it turned out, he barely said good morning, let alone Happy Birthday.

I thought to myself... “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, needless to say, I felt pretty low and somewhat
despondent.

As I walked into my office, Rick, my handsome boss, said: “Good Morning, and
by the way Happy Birthday!“

It felt a little better that at least someone had remembered.

I worked until one o'clock, when Rick knocked on my door and said, “You know,
it's such a beautiful day outside, and it IS your Birthday, what do you say we go
out to lunch, just you and me?”

I replied: “Thanks, Rick, 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. He chose instead
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, Rick 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?”

He said, “Let's drop by my place. It's just around the corner.”

After arriving at his house, Rick turned to me and said, “If you don't mind, I'm going t
o step into the bedroom for just a moment. I'll be right back.”

“Ok,” I nervously replied.

He went into the bedroom and, after a couple of minutes, he came out carrying a huge
birthday cake. He was followed by my husband and my kids, along with some of my
friends and co-workers, all singing in unison: Happy Birthday to you...
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And I just sat there....
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On the couch...
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Naked!