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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 downpour.
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 years replied, 'Can you believe my stupid husband is
out
fishing in that crap?'
I still don't know to this day if she was joking, but I've stopped fishing.
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