Fisherman

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 30 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 of twenty years replied, "Can you believe my stupid
husband is out fishing in that crap?"

I still don't know if she was joking...