…and then the fight started (part 11)

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 then the fight started….


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