You know
Murphy's Law is involved when your poor husband has been working his butt off to gather enough firewood for a few months; gets quite a bit split and stacked, and your chimney blows off with the first big snow storm! I think my loyal readers know what my wood stove means to me. I mean I even had this thing burnin' in the early morning all summer long!
So the other night when I was about ready to go to bed, and add a bunch of wood to the fire, I heard a huge crash...luckily I looked outside to see pieces of our metal chimney laying all over the darn driveway! Believe you me, I did not add any wood, I freaked out and sat there and watched the fire that was left until there were hardly any embers left. Knowing that at any moment our house was going to catch fire. Sometimes I am such a FREAK!!!!
Needless to say, I was without my beloved fire for a few days...the coldest (and snowiest) few days so far this season...thank you Capt. Murphy. But thanks to my dear husband and some new chimney tubing, I'm up and running this morning...Thank God!
2 comments:
That's kind of scary. I would have been like you watching that fire probably until the last ember was out, so I'd feel safe that my house wasn't going to go up.
Oh, my! The potential for danger - let's just say thank goodness you saw it happen and took care of the woodstove. Wow.
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