My friend Jim told me that when he asked his wife where she wanted to go on vacation, she said that being married to him was a vacation.

When I commented that was a nice thing to say to him, Jim replied, "Well, actually, what she said was I was the 'last resort.'"

After his marriage broke up, my manager became very philosophical. "I guess it was in our genes," he sighed.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Her sign is the one for earth. Mine is the one for water. Together we made mud."