GONE FISHING
On Saturday morning I got up early. I put on my long
johns, dressed quietly got my lunch made, grabbed the
dog and went to the garage to hook up the boat to the
truck and down the driveway I went.
Coming out of the garage rain is pouring down; it is
like a torrential downpour. There is snow mixed in
with the rain, and the wind is blowing 50 mph.
Minutes later, I returned to the garage. I came back
into the house and turned the TV to the weather
channel. I find it's going to be bad weather all day
long, so I put the boat back in the garage, 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." To which she sleepily
replies, "Can you believe my stupid husband is out
fishing in that $hit?"
Last edited by Raiderette; 11/16/05 04:54 PM.
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