Originally Posted by
stfu&gbtw
After living in a house heated by wood for seven years, one would think lighting a fire would be on the list of acquired skills. But no... At least this time, I caught it before she tried to light the flat sheets of cardboard stacked on top of each other. Went through the other version of the story last night when she stacked a piece of wood so it laid flush over the stove's internal air vent. She'd be cute when she gets all huffy if it weren't so mind bendingly frustrating to have that conversation for the eleven hundredth time...
Just to clarify - despite my liberal contribution to this thread, I really do love my wife... this thread only illustrates the point that while you get to pick the challenges, the challenges are a given. I can only imagine my wife's version of this thread and the posts about this asshole who sent us all to live in the middle of the woods... He even expects me to learn to light a goddamned wood stove like it was 1850! It was 53 in the house this morning! And so on... Some days, it's good times had by all, and sometimes by none. Today's a good day so far! Wood stove notwithstanding, I woke up to getting laid and I'm playing golf this afternoon - can't fucking argue with that!
Well, maybe KQ can...