The 7 Funniest Jokes About Husbands and Wives That Every Couple Can Relate To

Marriage has its ups and downs, but there’s always space for laughter. The daily moments between husbands and wives can be heartwarming and funny, as shown in these jokes.

From surprising notes to clever replies, these seven jokes showcase the playful side of marriage. Whether you’re married or just enjoy a good laugh, these stories will make you nod in agreement and chuckle at their unexpected turns.

1 The Note Under the Bed
In any marriage, there can be moments of frustration, especially when one spouse feels unappreciated. This joke takes that idea to the extreme when a wife tries to teach her husband a lesson with a note, only to be shocked by his reaction.

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A woman, upset that her husband was late coming home again, left a note saying, “I’ve had enough and left you. Don’t bother looking for me.” She then hid under the bed to see how he would react.

After a short time, the husband came home. She could hear him in the kitchen and saw him go to the dresser to pick up the note. After a few minutes, he wrote something on it and called someone.

“She’s finally gone… Yes, I know, about time, right? I’m coming to see you. Put on that sexy nightie. I love you… Can’t wait to see you… We’ll do all the fun things you like.”

He hung up, grabbed his keys, and left. When she came out from under the bed, furious and in tears, she grabbed the note to see what he wrote…

“I can see your feet. We’re out of bread. Be back in five minutes.”

2 The Pharmacist’s Explanation
Sometimes, simple misunderstandings can blow up, leading to confrontations. This joke humorously shows how quickly a situation can escalate when assumptions are made, only for the truth to make everyone laugh.

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When a husband came home, he found his wife crying. She said, “The pharmacist insulted me on the phone this morning!”

Angry, the husband drove to the pharmacy to confront the pharmacist and demand an apology. But before he could speak, the pharmacist said, “Wait, let me explain. This morning, my alarm didn’t go off, and I woke up late.”

“I skipped breakfast and rushed to the car, only to realize I locked my house and car keys inside. I had to break a window to get my keys. Then I drove too fast and got a speeding ticket. While driving to work, I had a flat tire. By the time I opened the pharmacy, there was already a line. And the phone wouldn’t stop ringing.”

He added, “I had to break a roll of coins to make change, but they spilled everywhere. When I stood up, I hit my head on the cash drawer, and all the perfume bottles fell and broke. Then the phone rang, and it was your wife. She wanted to know how to use a rectal thermometer, and all I did was tell her.”

3 The Family Secret
Family secrets can be surprising and funny. In this joke, a young man is excited about his upcoming marriage until his father reveals some shocking news, leading to a hilarious twist.

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One Sunday morning, George rushed into the living room and shouted, “Dad! Mom! I have great news! I’m marrying the most beautiful girl in town. She lives a block away, and her name is Susan.”

Later, George’s dad pulled him aside and said, “Son, we need to talk. Look at your mom. We’ve been married for 30 years. She’s a great wife and mom, but she’s not very exciting. I used to cheat on her, and Susan is your half-sister, so you can’t marry her.”

George was heartbroken. After eight months, he started dating again. A year later, he proudly said, “Diane said yes! We’re getting married in June.”

Again, his father pulled him aside to share more bad news. “Diane is your half-sister too, George. I’m sorry.”

George was furious! He went to his mother with what his father said. “Dad is ruining my life. I guess I’ll never get married. Every time I like a girl, Dad says she’s my half-sister.”

His mother laughed and said, “Don’t listen to him. He’s not really your father.”

4 The Fried Eggs Incident
Everyday tasks like cooking breakfast can lead to funny arguments between spouses. This joke turns a simple breakfast into a humorous look at how we all sometimes feel the need to give advice, especially when the roles are reversed.

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A wife was making fried eggs for breakfast when her husband burst into the kitchen.

“Careful!” he said. “Put in more butter! You’re cooking too many at once! Turn them! We need more butter! Oh no, they’re going to stick! Be careful! You never listen to me when you cook! Hurry! Don’t forget to salt them!”

The wife stared at him. “What’s wrong with you? You think I don’t know how to fry eggs?”

The husband calmly replied, “Sure you do. I just wanted to show you how it feels when I’m driving.”

5 The Supermarket Strategy
Shopping in a busy supermarket can be stressful, especially if you lose track of your spouse. This joke shows how resourceful one husband can be when looking for his wife, with a touch of humor.

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In a supermarket, Ivan lost sight of his wife. He approached a young lady and asked, “Can you talk to me for a couple of minutes?”

“Why?” asked the lady, confused by Ivan’s request.

“It’s always the same. As soon as I start talking to a pretty woman, my wife pops up out of nowhere.”

The Flu Revelation
Being stuck at home with the flu is never fun, but this joke shows how a man’s sickness revealed his wife’s true feelings in a surprising and funny way. Sometimes love can be found in unexpected situations.

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A man visited a friend who had been sick with the flu for weeks.

“How was it?” the man asked.

“Surprisingly wonderful,” the friend replied.

“How so?” the man asked.

“Well, I found out how much my wife loves me and how happy she is to have me home.”

“How do you know?”

“Every time the postman, the milkman, or the trash collector comes by, she runs out shouting, ‘My husband is home! My husband is home!’”

The Late-Night Approach
Sometimes sneaking in late after a night out doesn’t go as planned. In this joke, two husbands compare how they deal with their wives when they come home late, revealing that a more direct approach can be the best way.

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Two married friends were out drinking when one said, “I don’t know what to do. When I come home after drinking, I turn off the headlights before I get to the driveway. I coast into the garage, take off my shoes before entering the house, sneak upstairs, change in the bathroom, and slip into bed, and my wife still wakes up and yells at me for staying out too late!”

His friend replied, “You’re doing it wrong. I drive into the driveway, slam the door, storm up the steps, flush the toilet loudly, throw my shoes in the closet, undress in the bedroom, and jump into bed saying, ‘Do you want to make love?’ And every time, she acts like she’s sound asleep!”

My Husband Left Me with Heavy Grocery Bags to Hang out with Friends – He Soon Regretted It

As their usual Sunday routine — Kristen and Gary spend their morning doing chores at home before heading to the grocery store to plan for the week. But when Gary gets a phone call from his friends, he bolts — leaving Kristen to fork up the $650 bill and find her own way home. Who is more important to Gary, and what can Kristen do to teach him a lesson?

For as long as I’ve been married to Gary, we have had a set Sunday routine. We wake up, have brunch and then hit the grocery store. It’s been this way for the past two years — it’s how the system runs smoothly.

Two plates of food on a table | Source: Unsplash

Two plates of food on a table | Source: Unsplash

So, it’s a Sunday morning. I make us brunch while Gary sorts out the outside — mowing the lawn and so on.

“Are you ready?” Gary asked, as he came into the kitchen fresh from a shower.

“Yes,” I said. “Don’t forget to take the shopping bags.”

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A lawn mower outside | Source: Unsplash

We get to the store, and my husband and I have a ball of a time. We walk the grocery store per aisle, making sure that we got everything we needed — and then some. We were both foodies, so cooking together was our love language.

Until Gary’s phone rang, and I saw a different side to my husband.

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A shopping cart in a grocery store | Source: Unsplash

We were just about to start unloading our cart at the checkout when Gary’s phone erupted with a loud ring.

“Sorry, Kristen, but I’ve got to take this,” he muttered, stepping aside to answer. “You can start checking out, though.”

So I began to unload all of our groceries — the meat, the veggies, the fruit, not to mention the junk food and drinks that we had stocked up on, too.

Moments later, Gary returned, looking both agitated and excited.

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A man using his phone | Source: Pexels

“Listen, I have to run,” he said, glancing at the groceries as the checkout guy went about scanning them.

“Where do you have to go?” I asked.

“The guys are waiting for me. We’re going to have some beers, barbecue, and watch the game together,” he said.

Gary put his hands in his pocket, and looked toward the exit.

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A person holding beer with firewood in the background | Source: Pexels

I thought that he was waiting for us to finish at the grocery store, then drop me off at home before taking off to his friends.

“I’ll see you later,” he said.

“What? Now?” I asked, puzzled. “But we’re about to check out!”

“I know, I know,” he said hurriedly, swinging the car keys. “But I can’t miss this, Kristen! It’s a big deal, you know that the guys and I barely hang out.”

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A man holding car keys | Source: Unsplash

“How am I supposed to get all of this sorted out and get home? You’re getting a cab?” I protested, my eyes darting between Gary and the growing line behind us.

“What? No! I’m taking the car. But I’ll call you a cab!”

He hastily began to place items on the conveyor belt.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ve got to dash!”

And with that, he was gone.

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A man walking away | Source: Pexels

“Do you need help with these?” the checkout guy asked. “We have people to help with these things.”

I nodded. I couldn’t believe that Gary had actually left me at a grocery store, just to go and drink with his friends.

“That will be $650, ma’am.”

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A cashier at check out | Source: Unsplash

Of course, Gary had left without leaving any cash behind. It wasn’t that I relied on him for money — it’s just that we usually did this type of thing together. And $650 wasn’t what I had expected our grocery trip to come to.

I paid and wheeled the heavy cart outside. I stood looking at the parking lot, hoping that by some miracle, Gary would still be there.

That he would be waiting for me.

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An upset woman looking down | Source: Unsplash

That he would have finally realized that he was wrong to leave me for an insignificant moment with his friends.

I deserved better.

After a few minutes, a cab drove by. The driver got out and helped me pack all of our groceries into the trunk, and we took off for my home.

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A yellow cab | Source: Unsplash

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got with Gary.

What on earth could have possessed him to leave me alone? I felt hurt and disrespected. I hated everything about the way I felt. My husband had never made me feel this way before.

I got home and unloaded all of the groceries. I was in a foul mood by then. So, I made a cup of tea and took it to my bubble bath. I needed to relax before thinking about how to get back at Gary.

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A cat among grocery bags | Source: Unsplash

As I was sitting in my bath, sniffing the calming scent of lavender, I decided that I would cook myself a fancy dinner with all the ingredients I had bought.

“Two can play at this game,” I thought, shuffling around the house in my socks and pajamas.

I put on some music and I began to cook — I prepared an elaborate feast, grilled chicken, roasted vegetables, couscous, and the works. All of our favorites.

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A bubble bath with tea and a book | Source: Pexels

The kitchen smelled heavenly, and I was in the zone. While waiting for the oven, I set the table meticulously for one — my resolve hardening.

If there was one thing I knew about my husband — he would always check my social media, especially when he was away from me.

So, I took photos while I cooked, and posted them on my socials.

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A woman cooking | Source: Pexels

My stories were always perfectly captured, and I usually shared my cooking online. Shortly after I posted every story, Gary would ‘like’ it — and every time he did that, I knew that my plan was working.

Sure enough, my husband would be with his friends — drinking and snacking and watching whatever game they said they were going to. But Gary wouldn’t eat there, not when he knew that I was cooking at home.

For good measure, I sent him a photo of my plate saying:

Dinner is fantastic tonight, wish you were here! xx

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A person taking a photo of food | Source: Pexels

Later that night, Gary returned to a clean kitchen without leftovers. I was lounging comfortably with a glass of wine and a book — the evidence of my solo feast neatly packed away at the back of the fridge.

“Hey,” he began uncertainly, after he walked in and out of the pristine kitchen. “The house smells incredible. Did you save me some dinner?”

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A glass of wine on a table | Source: Pexels

I shook my head, a slight smile playing on my lips.

“Actually, no,” I said. “But you missed a great meal. Everything was so fresh!”

Gary’s face fell as he glanced around to the dining table, as if hoping that there would be a plate of dinner for him.

“I didn’t have dinner,” he admitted.

“Oh? Why not?” I asked, crossing my legs.

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A man sitting and covering his eyes | Source: Unsplash

“Because I saw your stories and I thought that there would be dinner for me, too,” he said.

I remained silent. My husband knew exactly what he had done wrong. I just needed him to admit it.

“Kristen,” he said. “I’m sorry I left you at the store like that. It was a last-minute thing with the guys and I didn’t know what else to do. I wanted to be with them, I guess. And I knew that you could handle it.”

Gary walked to the fridge and returned with a beer. He opened his mouth to start talking again.

I raised a hand, stopping him mid-excuse.

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A cold beer bottle | Source: Unsplash

“Gary, when you choose your friends over me, it’s more than just leaving me to handle the bills or whatever. It’s way more than that. You left me behind so that you could drink beer. You made me feel second to a barbecue. Today, I wanted you to experience coming home expecting a warm meal and finding nothing.”

“You did this on purpose?” he asked, shocked.

“It’s not just about food,” I continued. “It’s about the people you prioritize.”

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A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Pexels

“I never looked at it that way,” he said. “I’m really sorry.”

Our conversation that night was long and honest — Gary needed to be reminded of the fact that we were a team and that we did everything together regarding our home. But it turns out that I also needed to be reminded that we could have our lives, too.

“Get out sometimes,” he said. “Go out with your friends, and leave me to take over the house. You’re allowed to escape the routine, too.”

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A group of friends having a picnic together | Source: Pexels

When we went to bed that evening, I felt bad. I had never denied my husband food before, but there was a lesson to be learnt here.

Gary needed to know that he couldn’t leave me stranded in a grocery store without a car. Or without offering to help. Beer and barbecue did not qualify as an emergency.

“You’re right,” he said as he brushed his teeth. “I need to get my priorities straight.”

I’m not sure if Gary learned his lesson, but I do think that making him buttered toast and tea for dinner was a step in the right direction.

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Buttered toast with jam | Source: Unsplash

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