Saturday morning I got up early, put on my long-johns, dressed quietly,
I made my lunch, slipped quietly into the garage, hooked the boat up to
the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour.

There was snow mixed with the rain and the wind was blowing 50 mph.I
pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that
the weather would be bad throughout the entire 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 s**t?"

thats cute.LOL ive had bad things to ruin my trips to,don t
feel bad.my wife use to go down to the river with me so i
could fish and we would take a 12 pack of beer,she would
get buzzed up while i was tring to catch a fish and she
would say,baby come here and kisshhhhhmme.LOLi said oh my god
hear we go now.LOli couldn t fish with her drinking faster
than i was catching fish.

SUMMER, I SEEM TO REMEMBER HAVING THAT CONVERSATION....

ouch

That was cute.

OOOOOOOOO CHIT!!