My wife and I were headed to Canyon Lake one Sunday morning to try to chase some White Bass. We stopped at a quickie mart to gas up the boat. While I was fueling the boat, my wife went inside the store to get some water and snacks. She evidently wanted to surprise me with some beer (I only had about 4 or 5 in the cooler leftover from Saturday night), and she came walking out of the store with an 18 pack. I couldn't believe my eyes! I got the beer from her and dumped it in the cooler and asked "how in the hell were you able to buy that beer?" She hadn't realized that it was Sunday morning, and neither had the clerk. Best Sunday funday ever. Stupid Baptists, always trying to ruin my funday.
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The gods do not deduct from man's allotted span, the hours spent fishing.