The man who loved fishing
A husband is fanatical about fishing.
Twice a month on the weekend, he heads out for the lake early and spends most of the day.
He does this come rain or shine.
One Saturday morning he 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 it is still dark and the rain is pouring down; it is like a torrential downpour.
There is snow mixed in with the rain, and the wind is blowing 50mph.
He makes a go of it, but the weather worsens the further he drives.
Finally, his common sense outdoes his desire to fish, and reluctantly, he turns around. 30 minutes later, he has made it back to his driveway.
He goes into the house and quietly turns on 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.
He reaches around and cups one breast in his hand. Snuggling up to her neck, he whispers,
“The weather out there is terrible.”
To which she sleepily replies,
“Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that shit?”