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, "And, can you believe my stupid

husband is out fishing in that?"

And that's how the fight started...