Pink cottage chic bird painting No 24

acrylic on panel, 6×6, animals
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Every time it snows, my husband turns into an excited little kid. Funny part is..he doesn’t even like snow. I do, but I’m not 6 anymore, so it’s easier for me to deal with my emotions. I’m happy to watch the magic happen from indoors, but the one who hates snow is like..”c’mon..let’s gooooo!! Don’t you want to go out and take pictures of it?”, and I’m like, “eh? Speak up. I can’t hear you over the howling wind, freezing cold temperature (wind chill was 3F yesterday), and the scary, unplowed roads.”

After he repeated himself because he actually believed I didn’t hear him, I looked at him with the youmustbejoking, didyouwakeupwithoutyourbraintoday suspicious look, and said..”you know what? I think I’m good. I saw the snow yesterday out the window, and I’m pretty sure it hasn’t changed all that much. It’s still white, still freezing cold, and it still stings when it’s hurled into your face by the ferocious wind. But, you go ahead, dear, and do whatever you want.” Then I went back to watching the winter storm warnings on tv. 

We’ve been together 10 years, and this story repeats itself often, from one storm to the next, from one year to the next. After this long, you’d think he’d know what my answer is going to be, but no. I’ll just have to keep letting him down gently. 😉