{Blizzards=Forced Family Bonding}

I mean really, what other kind is there.

R liked being in the snow only because it relieved him of the sauna that is his snowsuit. He tolerated it well at first, but never cracked a smile. By the end of the 5 minute trip, I am pretty sure he was cursing at us in jibberishese. So, instead, we all came inside, enjoyed the glorious smell of slow roasting chicken cacciatore, watched movies we had never gotten around to, and nursed bottles of our own preferences.