Racing Horse

A man was sitting quietly reading his paper and enjoying his breakfast peacefully one morning, when suddenly his wife sneaks up behind him and wacks him on the back of his head with a huge frying pan.

Man: “What was that for?”
Wife: “what was that piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name Marylou written in it?”
Man: “Oh honey, remember two weeks ago when I went to the horse race? Marylou was the name of one of the horses I bet on.”

The wife looked all satisfied with the answer and goes off to work around the house.

Three days later, the man is once again sitting in his chair reading and suddenly his wife repeats the frying pan swatting.

Man: “What the hell was that for this time?”
Wife: “Your horse called.”