Today, I got up early, put on my long johns, dressed quietly, made coffee,
grabbed my clubs, slipped quietly into the garage, loaded my clubs into the car,
and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour.
There was snow mixed with the rain and the wind was blowing a gale.
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, 'I know, can you believe my stupid husband is
out golfing in that ****.'