A woman visited a psychic of some local repute. In a dark and gloomy room, gazing at the Tarot cards laid out before her, the Tarot reader delivered the bad news: "There is no easy way to say this so I'll just be blunt: Prepare yourself to be a widow. Your husband will die a violent death this year."
Visibly shaken, the woman stared at the psychic's lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands. She took a few deep breaths to compose herself. She simply had to know.
She met the Tarot reader's gaze, steadied her voice and asked, "Will I get away with it?"
My mother-in-law is like a fine French Impressionist painting...
She's very lovely but is best appreciated at a distance.
Wife: "I lost my keys again."
Husband: "It's in your jeans."
Wife: "Don't drag my family into this!"
Husband's note on refrigerator to his wife:
"Someone from the Guyna Colleges called. They said the Pabst beer is normal. I didn't know you liked beer?"