working woman
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The Fish are biting. Saturday morning I got up early, put on my long-johns, dressed
quietly, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, slipped quietly into the
garage, hooked the boat up to 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 entire 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 fishing
in that!"
quietly, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, slipped quietly into the
garage, hooked the boat up to 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 entire 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 fishing
in that!"