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One 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 downpour.

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 years replied, 'Can you believe my stupid husband is out  fishing in that?'

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