Westwood
02-12-2007, 11:00 PM
Sunday morning I got up early, put on my long johns, dressed
quietly, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, slipped quietly into the
garage to put my dredge into 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
so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and
discovered that the weather would be bad throughout the 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
prospecting in that ****?"
quietly, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, slipped quietly into the
garage to put my dredge into 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
so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and
discovered that the weather would be bad throughout the 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
prospecting in that ****?"