WEDNESDAY MORNING CHUCKLE

[Broadwayboobs]

Posted: 11/12/08 at 4:14am

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 at 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 sh*t?'



I still don't know to this day if she was joking, but I have stopped fishing