Following their fiftieth anniversary, an old farmer began reminiscing.  “Wife,” he began, “right after we first got married, and the great flood wiped out our farm, you stood by my side.”  “Yes, dear,” she replied. “Then, years ago when I was struck by lightning, you stood by my side as well.” “Yes, dear,” she dutifully intoned.  “Then last year when we had the fire and burned down our place, you stood by my side, didn’t you?” “Yes, dear,” she says for the third time.

“I’ve been thinking,” drawled the old farmer, “it’s rather dangerous when you stand by my side!”