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Jennie's Joke

Saturday morning I got up early, dressed quietly, made my lunch,
grabbed my clubs, slipped quietly into the garage

 and proceeded to back out into a torrential down pour.

 
The wind was blowing 50 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.'
 
My loving wife of 20 years replied
 
'Can you believe my stupid husband is out golfing in that dreadful weather?'
 
I still don't know to this day if she was joking, but I have stopped golfing.