Loaded the stove tonight, or so I thought. Had the door closed and thought to myself-"Self, you can fit another split if you try."
Found a smaller split, chiseled it with the kindling axe, and hammered it in. It fit. And now I sit back and chuckle, and ask "Why?"
I may need therapy or something, this sounds obsessive.
Found a smaller split, chiseled it with the kindling axe, and hammered it in. It fit. And now I sit back and chuckle, and ask "Why?"
I may need therapy or something, this sounds obsessive.