Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, 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 anticipation, and whispered, "The weather out there is terrible."
>
> My loving wife of 5 years replied, "Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?"
>
> And that's how the fight started...