A man was quietly reading his Sunday morning paper when his wife suddenly knocked him senseless from behind with a frying pan.
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 horseraces, "Marylou" was the name of the horse I bet on.
The wife was satisfied and apologized for hitting him.
Three days later, he was again reading the paper when he was bonked on the head once more.
Man: What's that for this time?
Wife: Your horse called.