Saturday morning I got up early, dressed quietly, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, threw the canoe on the truck, and proceeded to the lake where there was a torrential down-pour.
I drove home and turned on the news to find out the weather was gonna be crap all day.
I went into the bedroom, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed. I cuddled up to my girlfriends back, now with a different idea altogether, and whispered, 'The weather out there is terrible.'
My girlfriend mumbled, 'Can you believe my stupid ass boyfriend is out fishing in that crap!?'
I still don't know if she was kidding.