Aselin

I don't get boys. This past week we were gifted a HUGE storm from California. I believe we surpassed our annual rainfall averages in a couple of days. As a state we desperately needed the moisture and welcome the change in our usual weather patterns. Here in the lower portions of the state the storm was rain. In the upper portions of the state it was snow. Lots, and lots and lots of snow. It shut down major highways, cancelled lots of plans and left a thick blanket of white wherever the storm touched.

Lots of people around me were planning ski trips, sledding trips, trips to their cabins - all to enjoy the winter wonderland. Even though I don't like being cold, I get the love people have for the fun winter brings. I understand the joy of spending a day on the slopes, building snow sculptures, generally frolicking, then coming inside to a warm fire, a warm meal, a warm bed. Yes, this I get.

What I don't get is when hubby comes home from church and says: "The scouts and I are going on a snow camping trip."

"A what?"

"A snow camping trip."

"Where you sleep outside in the snow?"

"Yes, because we're men." He beats his chest and likely scratched something as he said it.

I'm thinking he's messing with me, because who in their right mind would sleep in the snow. "Don't most of the boys in your scout troop belong to families with cabins?"

"Yes, but we're men."

Clearly.

So now, a bunch of moms and wives are scrounging around trying to find adequate equipment for a group of stupid, thin-blooded, sun-lovers to sleep in the snow.

There is something broken in boys. Girls plan spa weekends, boys want to sleep in the snow.