downpour.
There was snow mixed with the rain, and the wind was blowing 50 mph.
I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that
the wind would be blowing hard onshore 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 replied, "Yes, and can you believe my stupid
husband is out surfing in that ****?"
I still don't know if she was joking...
