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 50mph. 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 dumb-ass husband is out
fishing in that shit ."