Happy Snow Day

Today, we had a Snow Day!  Well, it actually started last night, snow started falling around 4 or 5 pm.  The Hubs had me meet him and some friends for a beer, which was great fun.  After seeing an accident right outside the bar at 8pm, I decided I was done, and it was time to go home.  After much struggle, Hubs and I finally made our way home.  Although he insisted he was not drunk, he was.  And this made  my life miserable.  As I was driving him home in his truck, he shouted at everyone and everything.  As I tried to switch the car into 4-wheel-drive low-gear, he switched it back to automatic 4-wheel drive.  It was complete lunacy.  At the end of the day, we made it home safely, and I wanted to kill him.

Today, we both got up, and I decided to start cleaning the house.  I figured I am going to be stuck in here, I might as well clean some things up.  All day, the Hubs is talking about going to the Piece Of Shit Bar up the block.  Yes, it's dirt cheap and  only a half mile walk, and is full of redneck-y locals - but, I kind of had my mind made up to stay in, especially since there is over a foot of snow on the ground here, and our block isn't even completely cleared, which makes driving on it a nightmare.  Last night we passed a car in a ditch.  I didn't want to be that car. 

The Hubs and I finished cleaning the house (which is all kinds of immaculate, by the way), and we decided to hit up Targe.t for some necessities (read, toilet paper).  He rushed me into the car and through the store because he didn't want to drive at night, when presumably the temperature would drop and the roads would freeze over.  So, we ran through our errands today, cutting a few short, because driving was a hassle. 

NOW, I am being harassed to make it up to the Piece of Shit Bar, and Hubs can't understand why I DON'T want to go.  Here is his list for wanting to go:

1. He closed two business deals yesterday, and would like to celebrate.
2. We didn't stay out for that long yesterday (even though it was long enough for someone to get drunk and act like a friggin' idiot all evening)
3. It's not a big deal, and we can WALK HOME.  IN A FOOT OF SNOW.  ON AN UNPLOWED ROAD.  BECAUSE THAT'S A GOOD IDEA.
4. I am just being bitchy, and what I say goes, and he doesn't understand why I am being rigid.

Those are all valid points.  I am trying to explain to him that this is not about Item #4, and I am not just being bitchy.  Here are my reasons for NOT wanting to go:

1. We haven't even decorated the Christmas Tree.  Wouldn't a nice, snowy evening in be the perfect time for this activity?
2. It's getting DARK, and part of his whole thing this afternoon was not wanting to DRIVE in the dark after the roads got icy.
3. I don't even have the proper attire to be walking any distance in the snow, much less a half mile froma BAR.  On the UNPLOWED ROAD.  I have a pair of leather soled boots, which are my only boots, and they are slick on the bottom - no traction, so even walking into Targe.t this afternoon, I practically bit it.  I don't have a proper winter coat - only my wool car coat - needless to say, not practical for walking in a foot of snow.  Plus, while walking, my jeans are going to get all wet, and the wet is going to travel up to my legs, and make me cold, and my feet will freeze.  And, that's ONLY IF we don't get hit by a wayward car on it's way into a ditch on the unplowed road.
4. Why do you need to celebrate two business deals in a shitty bar playing Word Do.jo (BEST GAME EVAR, by the way)?  Is it too much trouble to hang out at home with me?

I would go to the bar on any other night, probably.

So, this post was originally written on Saturday night, and got interrupted when the Hubs walked into the room to apologize for being an idiot and making foolish requests.  I feel like I need to post this anyway, because I WAS RIGHT.  I am such a bitch.