Saturday Morning. 8.00 am
My wife sleeping peacefully, I got up early, dressed quietly, made
sandwiches, grabbed my clubs, slipped quietly into the garage to get out
the car, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour.
There was snow mixed with the rain, and the wind was blowing 80km/ph.
I pulled back into the garage, turned on the RTE One, 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 golfing
in that sh*t?"
My wife sleeping peacefully, I got up early, dressed quietly, made
sandwiches, grabbed my clubs, slipped quietly into the garage to get out
the car, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour.
There was snow mixed with the rain, and the wind was blowing 80km/ph.
I pulled back into the garage, turned on the RTE One, 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 golfing
in that sh*t?"