Horse bets

A man pulls up a chair at the dinner table and prepares to enjoy a meal after a long day. Instead of dinner, he gets a whack in the head with a frying pan.

“What was that for?” he asks his wife.

“What was that for? That was for the Sweet Mary Lou I found scribbled on a sheet of paper in your pants pocket while doing the laundry yesterday,” she replies.

The man explains, “Last week I went to the races and Sweet Mary Lou was the horse I bet on.”

Satisfied with this explanation, the man’s wife serves dinner and they enjoy the evening together.

One week later the man sits down to the same table to have the same dinner and receives the same whack on the head with the frying pan.

“What the hell was that for?” he asks.

His wife responds: “Your horse phoned.”