Come on baby light my fire

Following in my mom's footsteps I thought I would opt for a music title here.

Ok let me just say that my first attempt to chop wood ended with me laughing because I had completely failed. So I gave up on fires. I had a fire for 7 days in a row after Tom left and then I used up my kindling so I did nothing.

Monday night a friend came over and chopped some logs into slightly smaller pieces. Still not small enough to start the fire (stupid wet wood), but smaller.

So tonight with the amazingly new hatched that Tom's aunt and uncle sent us I decided I could DO IT. So I went out there, made some awful chops and then BOOM I started to get it.

There is now a deliciously wonderful fire crackling (yes wet wood crackles) in my fireplace/stove thing. Yeah woman power. How sore will my arms be tomorrow??? Now if only there was no noise from above.