Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my
> lunch, and slipped quietly into the garage. I hooked up the
> boat 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 of 5 years replied, "And, can you believe my
> stupid husband is out fishing in that?"
>
> And that's how the fight started...
>
