avalancher
Arboristsite Raconteur
My wife asked me this morning how much wood I cut last night, I imediatly got suspicious when she had that big :censored: eating grin on her face when she asked the question.
Now I had spent yesterday cutting wood, but that didnt fit the catagory of "last night" so i asked her what she was talking about.
She said I woke her up during the night by me cursing in my sleep.
She layed there and listened, and sure enough out came "dang thing, come on, start!"
This was accompanied with vigorous pulls with the "starter" hand. She said it was so obvious that i was trying to crank up my saw in my sleep.
No wonder I was so tired when I woke up this morning, but doggon it my woodpile aint any bigger this morning! Where the heck did I put all that firewood?
Now I had spent yesterday cutting wood, but that didnt fit the catagory of "last night" so i asked her what she was talking about.
She said I woke her up during the night by me cursing in my sleep.
She layed there and listened, and sure enough out came "dang thing, come on, start!"
This was accompanied with vigorous pulls with the "starter" hand. She said it was so obvious that i was trying to crank up my saw in my sleep.
No wonder I was so tired when I woke up this morning, but doggon it my woodpile aint any bigger this morning! Where the heck did I put all that firewood?