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One Saturday morning I got up early. I put on my long johns, dressed quietly, made my lunch, grabbed the dog and went to the garage to hook up
the boat to the truck then down the driveway I went.
Coming out of the garage rain is pouring down: It's like a torrential downpour. There is snow mixed in with the rain and the wind is blowing 50
Minutes later, I return to the garage. I come back in the house and turned the TV to the weather channel. I find it will be bad all day long, so I put the boat back in the garage, quietly undressed and slipped back into bed.
There I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered "The weather out there is terrible."
To which she sleepily replies "Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that mess?"