Saturday morning I got up early,got
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 shit?'
I still don't know to this day if she was joking, but I have stopped