Remember Snowpocalypse, which led to the Virginia Chainsaw Massacre?
Well, that led to us have a lot of cut up pieces of broken trees, mostly pine. Which we dutifully stacked in the woodpile. The thing about pinewood is, it's not good to burn in a fireplace. The high sap content makes it kind of dangerous, plus it coats the inside of your chimney & leads to costly maintenance.
Since the theater god and I are all about recycling (not to mention, cheap) we didn't want to pay to have someone else throw away all that nice, burnable wood. So TG ordered one of these:
And I just went to pick it up. But, alas, it came with those most frightening of words: "Some assembly required."
Okay, I don't do assembly.
The only kind of screwdriver I can safely hold involves orange juice and vodka. So unless I can give the firepit verbal directions, and make it assemble itself, that thing is staying in the box until TG is home to put it together. Sadly, that won't be this evening. Stupid show night.
Now I will have to wait to toast my marshmallows outside.
And s'mores would've made such a fine dinner, too...