I told my wife that I wanted to be cremated.
So she called and made an appointment for Monday at 2:00 pm.
As the only vegetarian in the family, the mother of the house often gets tired of defending her food choices to other family members. She didn't realize how often the subject is actually discussed until one day, when she picked up her six-year-old, Jordan, from school. His class had made chickens using potatoes and paper feathers.
Jordan proudly presented his little project, announcing excitedly, "Mom, we finally have the kind of meat even you can eat!"
The 50-50-90 rule:
If you have a 50-50 chance of getting something right...
There’s a 90% probability you'll get it wrong.