Saturday morning I got up early, dressed quietly, made my lunch,

grabbed the dog, slipped quietly into the garage to hook the boat up to

the truck, 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 fishing in that shit?'

I still don't know to this day if she was joking, but I've stopped fishing.

And her name is Rhonda Dangerfield? This is a good one. As good as the line about my wife met me at the door. . . .

LOL! What a good one! Best remember that in case the wife ever says that!!