Indoor snow!

Or so i thought when I saw all the little white piles around the living room. Then i discovered beloved horrifically abusing my beautiful writing desk and using my fountain pens (and all my letter head paper).

Me: What are you doing?
Beloved: *growl* trying to write a letter
Me: Ok, you have destroyed my pen and wasted half a tree of expensive stationery. Why?
Beloved: Shoddy equipment.
Me: It's a pen and paper. What more do you need?
Beloved: A paper pad with a spell checker, delete key, cut & paste facility, and preferably underline, bold, italics and tabbing
Me: Computer whore. Do you want me to do it for you?
Beloved: Away with you and your obsolete lawyer skills!
Me: Fine I'll just sit here and snark *evil grin*

All those times he mocked my virus plagued computer? This is karma.