Monday, November 17, 2008

Oh, she's downright evil

Saturday morning I got up early, 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. The wind was blowing 50 mph. 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 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.

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