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 !%@$?'
I still don't know to this day if she was joking, but I've stopped fishing.
Just a
Pat
