Tommy had reached school age. His mother managed with a blast of propaganda to make him enthusiastic about the idea.
She bought him lots of new clothes, told him of the new friends he’d meet, and so on.
When the first day came, Tommy eagerly went off and came back home with a lot of glowing reports about school.
The next morning when his mother woke him up, he asked, “What for?” She told him it was time to get ready for school.
“What?” he asked. “Again?”
Tim decided to tie the knot with his long time girlfriend.
One evening, after the honeymoon, he was organising his golfing equipment. His wife was standing nearby watching him.
After a long period of silence she finally speaks. “Honey, I’ve been thinking, now that we’re married maybe it’s time you quit golfing. You spend so much time on the course. You could probably get a good price for your clubs.”
Tim gets this horrified look on his face.
She says, “Darling, what’s wrong?”
“For a minute there you were sounding like my ex-wife.”
“Ex wife!” she screams, “I didn’t know you were married before!”
“I wasn’t,” he replied.
My wife is a very adventurous cook. “How does this sound?” she called out from the kitchen. “Bonito, surimi, and anchovies in a decadent, silky broth.”
“Sounds delicious,” I hollered back. “Is that what we’re having tonight?”
“No. I’m reading from this packet of cat food.”