I knew a man who had a theory, that if a woman could survive a really crappy regatta and still be in a good mood, she might be a good wife.

The woman he married was still smiling on Sunday after:

*A storm collapsed their tent and blew it into a lake

*Spending the rest of the night in a van with a bunch of strangers.

*Burning herself

*Getting hit in the face with the boom

*2 near windless races on Sunday.

Last I heard they were still married.