It seemed like a good idea at the time...

A few weeks ago, I mentioned to Justin we needed to restock our firewood supply before it got cold.

Being an expert after watching "Buying Alaska" and "Final Frontier", I determined a cord of wood would probably be sufficient.

So we make arrangements with our go-to firewood guy and he tells us that it's about 11 stacks of wood and to pick it up when we're ready.

11 stacks... Ok not so bad. It'd be a little work but totally worth it.

4 stacks in was when I realized that This. Was. A. Mistake.

5 stacks in I got my second wind.

Starting the 7th stack was when I reaffirmed my bad decision-making. Though I get chills in 60-degree weather, when (and why) did I decide that we were suddenly needing prepare for the apocalypse???

Finally, we get it all loaded and I. Am. Exhausted.

Then it dawns on me that we still have to unload this at our house.

...

Crap.

Somehow... (Coors Light) we got it unloaded in a reasonable amount of time (or at least what seemed reasonable 3 beers deep).

And let me tell you... We are definitely prepared for the next zoombie apocalypse...

Or ice-storm power outtage... Whichever comes first.

This is what a crap-ton cord of wood looks like btw...