Northern Diving

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Northern Diving

Saturday morning, I got up early to go diving. I put on my long johns, dressed quietly, made my lunch, grabbed my scuba gear, slipped quietly into the garage to get in the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour.

There was snow mixed with the rain and the wind was blowing 50 mph. I decided to call the dive, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad throughout the day. I figured I'd go back to bed.

I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed as quietly as I could.

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 diving in that ****."