Just Fishing

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Saturday morning, I got up early as I always do. I put on my long johns. I dressed quietly. I got my lunch made, grabbed the dog and went to the garage to hook up the boat to the truck and down the driveway I went.


Coming out of the garage, rain is pouring down; it is like a torrential downpour. There is snow mixed in with the rain, and the wind is blowing 50 mph. Minutes later, I returned to the garage.


I came back into the house and turned the TV to the weather channel. I find it’s going to be bad weather all day long, so I put the boat back in the garage, quietly undress and slip 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.”


To which she sleepily replies, “Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that rubbish weather.”


A man calls home to his wife and says, “Honey I have been asked to go fishing at a big lake up in Canada with my boss and several of his friends. We’ll be gone a week.


“This is a good opportunity for me to get that promotion I’ve been wanting. Would you please pack me enough clothes for a week and set out my rod and fishing tackle box. We are leaving from the office so I will pass by the house to pick my things up.


“Oh, and please pack my new blue silk pyjamas.”


The wife thinks this sounds a little fishy but does it anyway.


The following weekend he comes home a little tired, but otherwise looking good. The wife welcomes him home and asks if he caught many fish. He says, “Yes – lots of carp, some eels and a few pike.”


He then asked, “Oh, and why didn’t you pack my new blue silk pyjamas like I asked darling?”


The wife replies, “I did, they were in your fishing tackle box!”


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