My wife has not spoken to me in three days. I think it has something to do with what happened on Sunday night when she thought she heard a noise downstairs.
She nudged me and whispered, "Wake up, wake up!"
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"There are burglars in the kitchen. I think they're eating the tuna casserole I made tonight."
"That'll teach them!" I replied.
Bill went to the chiropractor thinking that the chiropractor would not be able to treat his chronic back pain.
After a few minutes, his back felt like new. The doctor asked, "How do you feel about chiropractors now,"
Bill replied, "I stand corrected!"