Last Saturday morning I got up early, put on my long johns and
dressed quietly. I made a lunch, 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 50mph. 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 husband is out
fishing in that shit?"
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