Our Quarter Rick

The firewood for our house was delivered yesterday morning.

A quarter rick -- plenty of wood for the rest of the season!

Isn't it purty?

For some reason, I pictured an older fellow -- maybe in his late forties? -- on the other line when Val called to order. It made my mental picture of him up in a tree all the more comical.

If I'd known that he was in his early thirties (max), I probably wouldn't have answered the door in my pajamas. Whoops.