I Quit Fishing
Sent in Jim Faulkenberry
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 down pour. 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 yrs replied, 'Can you believe my
stupid husband went fishing in that?'
I still don't know to this day if she was joking, but
I have stopped fishing.
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