One Saturday morning I got up early. I put on my long johns. I dressed
quietly. I got my lunch made, grabbed the dog and went to the garage to
hook up the boat to the truck and down the driveway I went. Coming out
of
the garage rain is pouring down; it is like a torrential downpour. There
is snow mixed in with the rain, and the wind is blowing 50 mph.
Minutes later, I returned to the garage. I 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 whispered, "The weather out there is terrible."
To which she sleepily replies, "Can you believe my stupid husband is out
fishing in that crap?"