Fishing

Saturday morning I got up early, dressed quietly, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, and slipped quietly into the garage to hook up the boat to the 4WD, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour.

The rain was coming down sideways and the wind was blowing 80 kph. I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio and discovered that the weather would be bad throughout the day.

I went back into the house, 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!"

Sleepily she replied "can you believe my stupid husband is out there fishing."