One Sunday morning, a fisherman gets up early, dresses quietly, gets his lunch made, puts on his long-johns, grabs the dog, goes to the garage, hooks up his boat to the truck and down the driveway he goes for his regular Sunday fishing trip. Coming out of his garage, the rain is pouring down; it's like a torrential downpour. There is snow mixed in with the rain, and the wind is blowing 50 mph, really bad conditions for fishing.

Minutes later, he returns to the house, goes inside and turns the TV to the Weather Channel and finds it's going to be bad weather all day long. So, he puts his boat back in the garage, goes back to the bedroom, quietly undresses, slips back into bed and cuddles up to his wife's back.

Now with a different anticipation, he whispers, "The weather out there's terrible." To which she sleepily replies, "Yeah; can you believe my stupid husband went out fishing?"