Men Are From Mars, Women Are From...Oh Whatever

I shared a funny story about my little man on Christmas, now here's a fun one about my Big Man, also on Christmas..

My sweet, love him to pieces when i don't want to kill him, husband is a little antisocial. A 'homebody' if you will. He LOVES sports, TV, the kids and I, TV,the Lord,and TV. Not necessarily in that order, depends on the day and even season....football season of course. As for his TV, if it were up to him, we would not only have a TV in the kitchen but in the bathroom as well.
Just try and pry him from his chair before bedtime.

Then we had a blizzard.
All of a sudden he HAS to go to the store y'all....H.A.S. to. It's Christmas day I take my Christmas nap, play with little man, play a little Farmville, cook Christmas dinner all in my Christmas pajamas. Meanwhile my precious hubby is outside shoveling snow with a makeshift 'dustpan duct taped to the broom' shovel. Even contemplated going to our new neighbors and asking if he could 'rent' his shovel because guess what that husband was doing?? Instead ANOTHER male neighbor took pity on my hubby and brought over an old shovel of his. (because of course he too was outside shoveling) So my husband attempts to drive our car and gets stuck right in front of our home. My sons had to get dressed and go out there to push the van back into our driveway. He gave up for the remainder of the day, but Saturday morning, I woke up and he was gone. It took him 2 and 1/2 hours to get to the Quiktrip (2 miles away) and come back...and he brought back cold cappuccino and donuts.

Could someone explain this to me????