Friday morning, I got up early, dressed quietly, made some sandwiches, grabbed some beer, slipped quietly into the garage to hook the boat up and proceeded to back out into a torrential down pour.
The wind was blowing 50 kmph. 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.'
My loving wife of 20 yrs 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, but I have stopped fishing
and whispered, 'The weather out there is terrible.' 
