We bought a fire pit on clearance last week. Myke has wanted one since we moved in and he finally found one at a price I could get on board with. Our conversations for the next week went something like this:
Monday Myke: (After twenty minutes on Craigslist) Think we should get some firewood?
Me: It’s too hot for a fire right now. Besides, you just spent money on the pit, we can wait to get the wood.
Tuesday Myke: (After thirty minutes on Craigslist) I think we should get some firewood.
Me: You can’t have a fire when it’s 90 degrees outside. We can wait.
Wednesday Myke: (After personally calling Craig) I wish we had some wood for a fire.
Me: Irritated sigh.
Thursday Myke: It’d be a great day for a fire. Too bad we don’t have any wood.
Me: Too bad indeed.
Friday Myke: Firewood?
Me: Fine! Fine! Fine! If I hear ‘firewood’ one more time I’m going to strangle you. Get the wood already!
And this is how he gets what he wants. It’s still too hot for a fire but the wood pile sure looks pretty.
PS I love you, Mykey.
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