Saturday morning I got up early, dressed quietly, made my lunch,
grabbed my clubs, slipped quietly into the garage and proceeded to
back out into a torrential downpour. 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 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.
My loving wife of 20 years replied, ‘Can you believe my stupid
husband is out golfing in that crap?