What's wrong with this picture?

Today we got ridiculous quantities of snow. Bill and Rori decided to go out and play in it since it was the nice heavy packing kind. I got to stay inside with this:



He was so upset that even his hair was angry. To be fair to me, I did ask him if he wanted to go outside and he shook his head no. So really, I don't know what his problem was but I think Bill got the good end of that deal.

After about an hour, I called Rori and Bill in because it was pretty cold out and I didn't want her to get sick. The plan had been that Bill would then stay out and shovel. However, when he brough her in, he complained about his knees and ankles killing him. To be fair to him, he does have arthritis, so it was probably a valid claim.

So in my good wifelyness, I went out and shoveled. For an hour! Like I said, it was the nice heavy packing kind. We have a very long driveway.I pointed out to Bill that three different people had stopped by and asked if we wanted to pay them to shovel the driveway and he said no. I strongly sweetly reminded him that we could have done that instead of having me shovel. He, unwisely, said, "I thought you would want the exercise." I imagine he regretted the words as they were coming out, and I'm pretty sure that I am going to get a nice foot and back rub tonight, without any kind of reciprocation :)