Saturday morning I got up early, got dressed, made my lunch, and slipped quietly into the garage. I hooked the boat up to the van and proceeded to back out of the garage, only to realise it was chucking it down. The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I drove 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 and snuggled up to my wife, and whispered, “The weather out there is terrible.”
My loving wife of 15 years replied, “And, can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?”
And then the fight started…