Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, grabbed the dog,and slipped quietly into the garage. I hooked the boat up to the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour.
The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad all day.
I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed. I cuddled up to my wife’s back, now with a different anticipation,
and whispered, “The weather out there is terrible.”
My wife of 10 years replied, “Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?”
And then the fight started…