Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed,
made my
lunch, grabbed the dog, and slipped quietly into the garage
.
I hooked up the boat up to the truck, and proceeded to back
out into
a torrential downpour .
The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back
into the
garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the
weather
would be bad all day.
I went back into the house, quietly
undressed, and slipped
back into bed.
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 10 years replied, 'Can you believe
my
stupid husband is out fishing in that?'
And that's how the fight
started ...zz...
