Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, and
slipped quietly into the garage. I hooked the boat up to the van and
proceeded to back out into a torrential
downpour. The wind was blowing 50mph, 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 loving wife replied, "And, can you believe my stupid
husband is out fishing in that?"