> Saturday morning I got up early, put on my long johns, dressed quietly,
> made my lunch, grabbed my shotgun and the dog, slipped quietly into the
> garage to load the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential
> downpour.
>
> There was snow mixed with the rain, and 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."
>
> She sleepily replied, "Can you believe my stupid husband is out hunting
> in that stuff?"
:beers: :beers:
> made my lunch, grabbed my shotgun and the dog, slipped quietly into the
> garage to load the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential
> downpour.
>
> There was snow mixed with the rain, and 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."
>
> She sleepily replied, "Can you believe my stupid husband is out hunting
> in that stuff?"
:beers: :beers: