It's Saturday morning.  He gets up early, dresses quietly so as not to wake his wife, puts on his long johns, makes a lunch, grabs the dog and goes to the garage to hook up his boat to the truck and head down for his favorite fishing lake.

When he leaves the garage, the rain is pouring down; it is a torrential downpour. There is snow mixed in with the rain, and the wind is blowing 50 mph.

Twenty minutes later he returns home and puts the boat back in the garage.

In the kitchen, he tunes the TV to the weather channel and discovers it's going to be extremely bad weather all day long. Very disappointed, he goes upstairs and slips back into bed.

He cuddles up to his wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispers, "The weather out there is terrible."  To which she sleepily replies, "I know. Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that shit?"


 


<DIV><FONT face="comic sans ms" color=#00007f size=4><EM>Rich N.</EM></FONT></DIV>
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