“Care for a drink?” “I’m sorry. I am married.”
“I’m married and just as sorry.”

The giddy dame decided to put her cards on the table. She sneaked up to the playboy at the bar and whispered, “I’m footloose.”
He looked her over carefully and said, “The rest of you can stand tightening too.”

You know the honeymoon is pretty much over when you start to go out with the boys on Wednesday nights – and so does she.