Saturday morning I got up early, put on my jeans, dressed quietly,
made my lunch, grabbed the dog, slipped quietly into the garage to hook
the boat up to the rig, and proceeded to back out into a torrential
downpour.

There was hail mixed with the rain, and the wind was blowing 50 km.

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 twenty years replied, 'Can you believe my stupid
husband is out fishing in that sh**?'

I still don't know if she was joking.