What an awesome day for a cozy fire. So, I went to the garage yesterday afternoon to get some wood for the fireplace. Should have worn gloves! Itty bitty teeny weeny sliver in my thumb. How can something so microscopic cause so much discomfort and annoyance?
However, my husband had other ideas. Out comes the needle, out come the tweezers, out comes the sliver. So, although the whole martyr thing was kind of moot, at least I didn't have a sliver anymore. And I did have a hero.
AND, the fire was indeed cozy!