My wife's birthday was on Friday. So, we all went out for supper, along with another couple and their kids. The conversation veers towards gardening and it goes something like this:
My wife: I need some bark mulch for the garden.
Me: OK, I'll pick up a truckload tomorrow.
My buddie (Joe): So, what do you prefer - the brown, or the black?
Wife: Brown.
Saturday morning, my daughter and I went to get the load of mulch and when we got home, my wife looks at it and asks why I got black mulch...
I wonder what Freud would've said about that....