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Post by Chuckles on Jan 11, 2007 13:43:57 GMT
One chilly winter Saturday morning, I got up early. I put on my long Johns. I dressed quietly. I made my lunch and went to the garage to put my golf clubs in the boot ready to head down the driveway.
Coming out of the garage, rain was pouring down: it was a torrential downpour. There was snow mixed in with the rain and the wind was blowing at around 50 mph.
Minutes later, I returned to the garage, went back into the house and tuned the TV to the weather channel. I was warned to expect bad weather all day long, so I put the clubs back in their place; quietly undressed and slipped back into bed.
I cuddled up to my wife's back with a different type of activity on
my mind, and whispered, "The weather out there is terrible."
She sleepily replied, "I know! Can you believe my stupid husband is out golfing in this lousy weather?"
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Post by Alicat on Jan 11, 2007 13:48:26 GMT
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Post by JennyWrenn on Jan 11, 2007 19:06:08 GMT
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Post by Plocket on Jan 11, 2007 19:10:05 GMT
Ooops!!!  |
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Post by Chuckles on Jan 11, 2007 19:13:08 GMT
Just read it to the OH and he is now must remember to print it off for the FIL, he's a golfer ;D |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2007 19:17:17 GMT
I must remember to try this next time I'm due to go golfing  FA x |
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