Saturday morning I got up early, dressed quietly in the dark so as not to wake my wife, made my lunch, and slipped quietly into the garage.
I hooked up the boat up to the van, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour. The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad all day. I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed.
I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different, quivering anticipation, and whispered, "The weather out there is terrible."
My loving wife of 5 years, suddenly turning wildly amorous, replied in a husky, never-heard-before voice "And, can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?"
And that's how the fight started...
