Saturday morning, I got up early and quietly got dressed. I made myself a lunch to-go and slipped quietly into the garage. I hooked up the boat to the van and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour.
The wind was blowing hard, maybe 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered the weather would be bad all day.
I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed. I cuddled up to my wife’s back; now with a different anticipation, and whispered, “The weather outside is terrible.”
My loving wife of 5 years replied, “And can you believe my stupid husband is out there fishing in that!”
And that’s how the fight started.