Neanderpundit

CHARLIE HORSE!
Sweet mother of God. This is the reward for using muscles you havent used in a while.

I do.

Most of the morning and part of the afternoon The Ogwife, Oglet and I spent with Mr B and Midwest Chick splitting wood.

Thoreau said firewood warms you multiple times, when you cut and split it, and when you burn it. I would also submit that when you spend time with good friends you enjoy the warmth of the friendship.

And now we have enough firewood to last most of the winter, Mr B has a good reserve supply, and Midwest Chick, Mr B, and I have several bee stings, I got one on the cheek, one next to my other ear, and one under my left arm. Mr B got one in the armpit and surprisingly enough, didn’t get one in the new ventilation spots in his pants he got when I inadvertently pushed him over with the woodsplitter. The jeans afterwards looked like this:

I’m a little surprised he didn’t shoot me.

The Oglet learned to drive a tractor under the tutelage of the apt Midwest Chick, and has been promised to be cut loose with a chainsaw next time. Mayhem. I haz it.