Frying Pan

A man sat quietly reading his morning paper one Sunday morning. Suddenly, he is knocked almost senseless by his wife, who stands behind him holding a frying pan in hand.

- Man: What was that for?

- Wife: Why do you have a piece of paper in your pocket with "Daisy" written on it?

- Man: Oh honey, don't you remember two weeks ago when I went to the horse races? Marylou was the name of the horse I bet on.

The wife was satisfied, and appologized for bonking him.

Three days later he is again sitting reading the paper when once again he is bonked on the head.

- Man: What's that for this time?

- Wife: Your horse called.