Burnt, yet frozen.
March 30, 2008Every time I get a bonfire going - and there is a shit load of fuel in our yard right now - I think in caveman-speak.
Me make fire! *grunt* Look! Fire! *grunt*
It’s possible, although not lab-proven, that I am a tidge on the weird side. Yes, indeedly do. Ah well, it keeps life entertaining, especially in my head.
Today I managed to triumph over the somewhat soggy pile of sticks and logs, and got a fire going. (grunt!) I made a dent in the fallen trees, although one would be hard-pressed to prove it. I also managed to singe trim one eyebrow, and have what appears to be a burn on the side of my nose. Oh, and my face is a lovely shade of lobster red. You’d think I’d gone tanning or something.
The boys - mine & the neighbours’ - did manage to help. For all of 5.67 minutes. Then they flitted off to do other stuff. Stuff that didn’t seem like work and wouldn’t singe one’s eyebrows, I suppose. Little shits. They’d better realize how good they’ve got it. I might take the 7/11 clerk’s advice and make them really work. Laundry, toilet scrubbing. The works!
Muahahahaha.
And now? I am going to kick the dog off the couch, and curl up under a blanket. I’m freezing!!
LOL! I used to make the kids do horrible chores as well. Hell - I still do. The Boy used to have to clean bathrooms and The Girl had to fold laundry. Now, we have a cleaning lady so neither of them does bathrooms but they do both do laundry!
Hell - it’s a perk of having kids, right?!