One Saturday morning a chap gets up early, dresses quietly, gets
his lunch made, puts on his long johns, grabs the dog and goes to the
garage to hook up his boat to the truck and down the driveway he goes.
Coming out of his garage rain is pouring down; it is like a torrential
downpour. There is snow mixed in with the rain, and the wind is blowing
50 mph. Minutes later, he returns to the garage. He comes back into the
house and turns the TV to the weather channel. He finds it's going to be
bad weather all day long, so he puts his boat back in the garage,
quietly undresses and slips back into bed.
There he cuddles up to his wife's back, now with a different
anticipation, and whispers, "The weather out there is terrible."
To which she sleepily replies, "Can you believe my stupid husband is
out fishing in that shit?"