Uff Da!

Saturday morning Sven got up early, quietly dressed, made his lunch, and slipped into the garage. He hooked the boat up to the van and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour.

The wind was blowing 50 mph, so he pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio for a weather forecast, and learned that the weather would be bad all day. He went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed. He cuddled up behind his wife, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, "Da vedder out der is terrible."

His loving wife of 5 years quietly replied, "And, can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in dat?"

And that's how the fight started!