Soup Day



(The above picture might be my favourite ever photo of AMF)

 

 

As predicted by the weather network the late fall snow storm hit the east coast this morning.  It seemed like a perfect opportunity to do absolutely nothing and just watch it snow.  Maybe eat some soup.  This mood (mostly in effect from the remnants of last nights staff Christmas party) was determined to be broken by Rochelle.  Now I love my wife and the her enthusiasm for bringing new experiences to AMF's life, but at the risk of sounding like a jerk, she works in an office.  Which means she's not exposed to the daily weather other than to travel from the house to her car and then to the air conditioned office.  To Rochelle, going out in a snow storm is an adventure.  To me, it's a pain in the ass.  I frowned at the thought of going outside, but because I love my wife, we bundled AMF up and took her out into her first grand snow fall. 

 

This post is pictorial expose of Rochelle attempting to instill the same sense of adventure in AMF.

 

 

 

Prepped, bundled and some what dubious of what lies ahead.

"OK. At first blush not so bad.  A bit weird... all this white stuff around and I wish I had some thumbs."

"Feet won't move.  This white stuff is difficult to navigate."

"OK...hmm... so I can't move. Now what?  Mom and Abby...not helping."

"Dad...nope he's point that thing at me again...useless"

Rochelle moved over to sit closer. That seem to improve the mood....

....momentarily...

full on meltdown....and to add gas to the fire Mom is laughing....

still laughing. "For the love of God, where are my thumbs?"

Dad seems to know how I feel. I will attempt to communicate my distain of this situation with him. 

He tries to distract me with something shiny and puts on a brave face....

but we both know misery.

Then we went inside and had soup.