They say that opposites attract. I reckon they are right, given that this firestarter has been 30 years married to something of of a pyrophobe.
It’s not that HH is not manly – he rakes leaves and cuts branches and lugs heavy loads like a pro. He will happily cart as much coal and peat into our house as I can burn.
He simply will not light it.
Actually, I’m not entirely sure if his pyrophobia has something to do with the fact he is a terrible fire starter. Maybe he just lost confidence after a few failed bonfires… All I know is that somewhere along the line, I became the family pyromaniac, lighter of flames, raker of coals and sweeper of ash.
So, who wears her best Michael Kors blouse to start a fire? That would be me. Who now has the task of hand washing her white designer mortgage-the-farm date night top?
Again, that would be me. *sigh*
I am such an idiot…
Not to self: Either engage brain in future, or stop buying designer clothes…
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