Saturday morning, my friend, Sam, got up early, dressed quietly, made a lunch, called his dog, slipped quietly into the garage to hook the boat up to the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour.
The wind was blowing 50 mph. Sam pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad throughout the whole day.
Sam went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed. There he cuddled up to his wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, 'The weather out there is terrible.'
His loving wife of 20 yrs replied, 'Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that terrible weather?'
I still don't know to this day if she was joking, but my friend has stopped fishing.
Kayak Bandit
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
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