Golfing in this weather?

One chilly, fall Saturday morning I get up early. I put on my long
johns. I dress quietly. I get my lunch made and go to the garage
to put my golf clubs in the trunk ready to head down the driveway.

Coming out of the garage, rain is pouring down; it's a torrential
downpour. There is snow mixed in with the rain, and the wind is
blowing 50 mph.

Being reasonably intelligent, I return to the garage, go back into
the house and turn the TV to the weather channel. While I think
that the weatherman is probably just guessing, I am convinced
that the bad weather is going to be around all day. So, I put the
clubs back in their place; quietly undress and slip back into bed.

There I cuddle up to my wife's back with a different type of
activity on my mind, and whisper in her ear, "The weather out
there is terrible."

She sleepily replies, "I know! Can you believe my stupid husband
is out golfing in this shit?"