Fishing

On Saturday morning I got up early, made my lunch, grabbed the dog and went to the garage and hooked up the boat to the truck. Then while coming out of the garage I saw that rain is pouring down; it is a torrential downpour. There is snow mixed in with the rain, and the wind is blowing 50 mph.

I returned to the garage, came back into the house and turned the TV to the weather channel. I find it's going to be bad weather all day long, so I put the boat back in the garage, quietly undressed and slipped back into bed.

There I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and so I whisper, "The weather out there is terrible."

To which she sleepily replies, "And can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that crap???"