No more fishing for me

[Fadin Reigne]

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, & proceeded to back out into a torrential down pour.

The wind was blowing 50mph. I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, & 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, & 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 whether?”

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