My wife hit me over the head with a frying pan.
I yelled, “What was THAT for?!”
She angrily held up a piece of paper.
“I found this with the name ‘Peggy’ written on it!”
I quickly explained,
“Relax! I placed a bet on a horse last week. Peggy was the horse’s name!”
My wife looked embarrassed.
“Oh… I’m sorry, honey.”
I thought the problem was over.
The next morning, WHAM!
She hit me over the head again—this time with an even bigger frying pan!
I shouted,
“What in the world was THAT for?!”
She smiled sweetly and said,
“Your horse just called.”
I froze.
“Peggy called?”
“No,” she replied.
“Your horse’s jockey called…”
I suddenly realized I was going to need more than an explanation.
