It's What Saturday Mornings Were Made For.

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?"