On Saturday morning I got up early, made my lunch, grabbed the
dog and went to the garage and hooked up the boat to the truck. 
Then while coming out of the garage I saw that rain is pouring
down; it is a torrential downpour.  There is snow mixed in with the
rain, and the wind is blowing 50 mph. I returned to the garage,
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 undressed and slipped back into bed. 
There I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different
anticipation, and so I whispered, "The weather out there is
terrible."  To which she sleepily replies, "Can you believe my stupid
husband is out fishing in that shit ...."