My son wasn't too happy. Thursdays are school Mass days, so he had to wear long pants and a long-sleeved scratchy Oxford shirt, plus a tie. He was pretty cranky when I picked him up LOL.
But I'm ready for the inevitable!!!
That's quite a stack, Dave! I remember my father making me and my sister help stack the firewood in the late summers. He'd arrange to have a huge load dumped in the driveway, and all three of us would stack it neatly in our cellar. My sister and I hated it so much, because there were always spiders in the pile (a fate worse than death, LOL), not to mention the inevitable splinters because there weren't enough work gloves to go around. Looking back, I'm surprised my father even put up with two whining teenage girls and didn't just shoo us off to just do it himself.
I envy you all your warm, crackling fires this winter.