Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, and
slipped quietly into the garage. I hooked up the boat up to the van and
proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour. The wind was blowing
50 mph, 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, "Can you believe my stupid husband is
out fishing in that?"
And that's how the fight started...
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