GONE FISHING
Saturday morning I got up early. I put on my long
johns. I dressed quietly. I got my lunch made, grabbed
the dog and went to the garage to hook up the boat
to the truck and down the driveway I went.
Coming out of the garage rain is pouring down; it
is like a torrential downpour. There is snow mixed in
with the rain, and the wind is blowing 50 mph.
Minutes later, I returned to the garage. I came back
into the house and turned the TV to the weather
channel. I find it's going to be bad weather 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 shit?"
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