The Frying Pan

A man was sitting quietly reading his paper one morning, peacefully enjoying himself, when his wife sneaks up behind him and whacks him on the back of his head with a huge frying pan.
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Man: "What was that for?"
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Wife: "What was that piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name Marylou written on it?"
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Man: "Oh honey, remember two weeks ago when I went to the horse races? Marylou was the name of one of the horses I bet on."
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The wife looked all satisfied, apologizes, and goes off to do work around the house.
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Three days later he is once again sitting in his chair reading and she repeats the frying pan swatting.
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Man: "What was that for this time?"
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Wife: "Your horse phoned."
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