How the fight started

That's How the Fight Started

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

I hooked up the boat up to
the truck, and proceeded to back out
into a torrential downpour.
 The wind was blowing 50 mph, 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 10 years replied,

"Can you believe my stupid husband
is out fishing in that?"


And that's how the fight
started...