Saturday, April 16, 2011


Dr. Jill passes this one our way.

Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, and slipped quietly into the garage.  

I hooked the boat up to the van and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour. The wind was blowing 50mph, 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?"

1 comment:

  1. And, you choose to publish this one while Mrs. Andy is gone? Hmmm. :)


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