Another oldie -
Every morning a man left for work having kissed his wife and said, "Bye my little rambling rose. See you tonight."
This was the morning ritual for years until one evening he returned home to find his wife furious and with her bags packed ready to leave.
"Why are you so unhappy? What have I done?" he asked.
"You called my a rambling rose."
"But I've always called you a rambling rose darling." was his confused reply.
"Yes, I know," said his wife. "But this morning I watched a gardening programme. It said that rambling roses were no good in a bed but alright up against a wall!"