GONE FISHING
Saturday morning I got up early, put on my long johns, 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.
There was snow mixed with the rain, and 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 ou t 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. --