So last Saturday morning I got up early, got dressed quietly, made a packed lunch, grabbed the dog, then slipped quietly into the garage.
I hooked the boat up to the truck and proceeded to back out of the garage into a torrential downpour.
Not only was it raining hard, the wind was blowing 50 mph.
So I pulled the truck back into the garage, turned on the radio, to find that the weather was going to be bad throughout the day.
With a big sigh I realized that my plans for Saturday morning had been scuppered, so I went back into the house, popped my packed lunch in the fridge, went upstairs to the bedroom, where I quietly undressed and slipped back into bed next to my wife.
I got under the covers and cuddled up to my wife’s back, with a different anticipation in mind.
Feeling her stir, I softly whispered in her ear, “The weather out there is terrible”.
My loving wife of 20 years replied, “Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that shit?”
I still don’t know to this day if she was joking or not, but I’ve stopped fishing.
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