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 this crap?'
I still don't know to this day if she was joking,
but I have given up fishing.