The neighborhood I lived in had a storm rapidly pass through.
When I returned home from work I noticed our outbuilding was gone.
Asking my wife about it, her reply was simple, "Gone with the Wind!"
My husband, who thinks he is always right, had just got home wearing his new orthopedic shoes when he uttered words I never expected to hear...
"I STAND CORRECTED!"
A woman goes to the local newspaper office to see that the obituary for her recently deceased husband is published. The obit editor informs her that there is a charge of 50 cents per word. She pauses, reflects, and then she says, well then, let it read: "Fred Brown died."
Amused at the woman's thrift, the editor tells her that there is a seven word minimum for all obituaries.
She thinks it over and in a few seconds says, "In that case, let it read, 'Fred Brown died. Golf clubs for sale.'"
My wife complained that the kitchen clock had nearly killed her mother, as it fell off the wall seconds after where she had been sitting underneath it.
That darn clock has always been slow.