revenge.. love it

Saturday morning 8.00 a.m. My wife is 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 at 80 mph.
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
golfing in that shit?"