Gone Fishing
Posted: September 18, 2008 9:56 am
Saturday morning I got up early, dressed quietly, made my
lunch, grabbed the dog, slipped quietly into the garage to hook the boat up to
the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential down pour.
The wind was blowing 50 mph. I pulled back into the garage,
turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad
throughout the day.
I went back into the house, 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.'
My loving wife of 20 yrs replied, 'Can you believe my
stupid husband is out fishing in that crap?'
I still don't know to this day if she was joking, but I
have stopped fishing.
lunch, grabbed the dog, slipped quietly into the garage to hook the boat up to
the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential down pour.
The wind was blowing 50 mph. I pulled back into the garage,
turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad
throughout the day.
I went back into the house, 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.'
My loving wife of 20 yrs replied, 'Can you believe my
stupid husband is out fishing in that crap?'
I still don't know to this day if she was joking, but I
have stopped fishing.
