Man, that is one freaking big pile of wood!
Don't look at the pile of wood.
Think good thoughts...
This wood will keep us toasty warm this winter.
Am I a first grader?
No, the first graders I know are not this whiny.
Rod will be SO surprised that I've stacked all this fire wood. I can't wait to see his face when he see this!
It will make him happy that he doesn't have to break his back tossing all this wood, or hire someone to do it for him.
Gosh, I sure hope that stack of wood does not fall on me and pin me under there and I have to use the chainsaw to cut off my arm so I can go in and eat lunch. Rod would not like that surprise, I don't think.
Boy, does my back hurt. I am not even kidding. I wonder if our insurance will cover back surgery for me. If I really need it.
I wonder if I'm losing weight?
I wonder what I can eat for lunch?
Why don't the dogs help?
I'm really hot.
I'm so tired.
I'm still thirsty.
Think I'll go blog for a minute.
Don't tell Rod I'm stacking
I know, most women might surprise their husband with a nice dinner, and/or a little something from VS. But I know Rod's love language. And it is surprise firewood stacking.
I'll let you know how it goes.