Saturday morning I got up early, dressed quietly, made my lunch,
Grabbed the dog, slipped quietly into the garage to hook the boat up to the
Truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential down pour.
The wind was blowing 50 mph. I pulled back into the garage, turned on
The radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad throughout the
Day. I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back
Into bed.
There I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different
Anticipation, and whispered, 'The weather out there is terrible.'
My loving wife of 20 yrs replied, 'Can you believe my stupid husband is
Out fishing in that crap?'
I still don't know if she was joking.