BlueRidgeMark
Addicted to ArboristSite
I've decided to face it, folks. Can't deny the truth any longer. I am a woodaholic.
There. I've said it. I feel better.
What made me 'fess up?
Well, I got home this evening from a long day's work at twilight. I was tired. Pulled the truck in, and there were the lights of home. (cue the violins) I could see my family at the dinner table. I knew my beautiful wife would have a kiss and a good dinner for me. My children would be glad to see me. My littlest guy would want me to hold him. Out on the deck my yellow lab was grinning and wagging up a storm.
So I climbed out of my truck.....
...and walked back to the wood pile just to admire it, and breathe in some of that gooood oak smell.
THEN I went inside.
There. I've said it. I feel better.
What made me 'fess up?
Well, I got home this evening from a long day's work at twilight. I was tired. Pulled the truck in, and there were the lights of home. (cue the violins) I could see my family at the dinner table. I knew my beautiful wife would have a kiss and a good dinner for me. My children would be glad to see me. My littlest guy would want me to hold him. Out on the deck my yellow lab was grinning and wagging up a storm.
So I climbed out of my truck.....
...and walked back to the wood pile just to admire it, and breathe in some of that gooood oak smell.
THEN I went inside.