He laughed at me. Doesn't he love me and have concern for my comfort? I am sure he would be just fine without me. I know it would take longer. But like I said, baby its cold outside.
He then gets me by saying, "So you feel bad that I have to go out there but, you don't feel bad enough to come and help me?"
Dang, I didn't work that right.
Lesson learned.
I went upstairs and began putting my layers of clothes on. Went back downstairs while telling myself, attitude is a decision. I need to choose to be nice.
To our surprise the wood was cedar. Very pretty. Kind of a shame to burn it but we were running low. Cottonwood just doesn't burn like we like it.
If you were wondering, I did help. I didn't take pictures the whole time.
Cedar smells good burning too! I am once again in the house, in my jammies and loving the wood burning stove.
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