Why is there an expiration date on sour cream?
Saturday morning I got up very early, put on my long johns, dressed quietly, made my lunch, slipped quietly into the garage load the truck with rifle and stand, and proceeded to back out into a torrential 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 weather would be bad 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." She sleepily replied, "Can you believe my stupid husband is out hunting in that stuff?"
