Gone fishing

Saturday morning I got up early, put on my long johns, dressed

quietly, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, slipped quietly into the

garage to hook the boat up to the truck, and proceeded to back out

into a torrential downpour.

There was snow mixed with the rain and the wind was blowing 50 mph. 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."

She sleepily replied,

"Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that."