On the eve of our 50th Anniversary I quietly confided to my husband that I was having an affair.
He turned to me and asked, “Are you having it catered?”
My wife and I had a disagreement and she said, "You always play devil's advocate!"
I said, "Well, not all the time."
My wife asked me, “Why don’t you treat me like you did when we were first dating!?”
So I took her to dinner and a movie then dropped her off at her parents’ house.
Recently, my husband put his car in reverse and accidentally drove it into a wall. He took it to his mechanic, who replaced the dented bumper.
A few days later, he did it again. "I'm so embarrassed," he moaned, reaching for the phone.
"Why not tell her it was me this time?" I suggested.
"Maybe I will," he said while dialing. "It worked the last time."