On Saturday morning I got up early. I put on my long
johns. I dressed quietly. I 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 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
stupid husband is out
fishing in this sht ..."
johns. I dressed quietly. I 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 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
stupid husband is out
fishing in this sht ..."
