Come on baby light my fire, or not, whatever.
March 22nd 2007 03:32
We got a new fire pit table, and as much as I like it, one thing get's on my nerves. If you want to make a fire you really have to COMMIT to the fire. There's no making the fire and leaving it to burn while you go watch television. Oh no. The fire pit is a wee bit on the smallish side, and the standard size piece of log we get is always just a few inches too long. One side of the log is always poking out, making it so you can't put the screen on and walk away.
This evening we have been blessed (and by blessed I mean they were pawned off on me in a sneak attack by my SIL) with two extra kids. They thought it would be FUN to make SMORES and eat MARSHMALLOWS and did I mentions SMORES and throwing things in the fire and SMORES. We got McDonalds for dinner, and before I could even take a bite out of my double heavenburger, my nephew quips "Where's the fire?" So, I take a bite and start the fire.
Well, my nephew had A smore, (I had three) and my niece had A toasted marshmallow, and they're all tucked in downstairs watching Flika while I sit out here, desperatly wanting to play Sims but I can't because of the fucking fire.
Sheesh.
Everything I've tried short of dumping a gallon of water on teh fucker is just making the fire worse. I WANT TO GO INSIDE, the fire won't let me.
So, I sit here, trying not to smoke the cigarettes that are calling my name. I bought my first pack today, I am ashamed to say that first pack is almost... all gone. I have the headache to prove it.
Fucking fire.
This evening we have been blessed (and by blessed I mean they were pawned off on me in a sneak attack by my SIL) with two extra kids. They thought it would be FUN to make SMORES and eat MARSHMALLOWS and did I mentions SMORES and throwing things in the fire and SMORES. We got McDonalds for dinner, and before I could even take a bite out of my double heavenburger, my nephew quips "Where's the fire?" So, I take a bite and start the fire.
Well, my nephew had A smore, (I had three) and my niece had A toasted marshmallow, and they're all tucked in downstairs watching Flika while I sit out here, desperatly wanting to play Sims but I can't because of the fucking fire.
Sheesh.
Everything I've tried short of dumping a gallon of water on teh fucker is just making the fire worse. I WANT TO GO INSIDE, the fire won't let me.
So, I sit here, trying not to smoke the cigarettes that are calling my name. I bought my first pack today, I am ashamed to say that first pack is almost... all gone. I have the headache to prove it.
Fucking fire.
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Summer Banks
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