Bad Weather

Saturday Morning...
My wife was sleeping peacefully; I got up early,
put on my long trousers, dressed quietly, made my lunch, grabbed the dog,
slipped quietly into the garage to hook the boat up to the car, and
proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour.
There was snow mixed with the rain, and the wind was blowing 80km/ph.
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."
She sleepily replied, "Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that ?"
[:-]