Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, grabbed

the dog, and slipped quietly into the garage. I hooked up the boat up to

the truck, 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 10 years replied, 'Can you believe my stupid husband

is out fishing in that?'

And that's when the fight started....

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