I'm Not A RedNeck But I Play One On The Weekend

This past weekend my husband was sweet enough to build me a fire while we watched the kids play in the snow.

It was fre-fre-freezing out, so he asked if I wanted a fire.

Me, being the nice girl or martyr I am said, No thanks, it's ok.

He, being the gentleman did it anyway.

After grabbing some of our broken bricks that are scattered under our deck he built a small chimney with a half lid using a broken shingle from the house so that the snow wouldn't put out the fire. Then he grabbed some cinder blocks and a piece of wood which was my bench.

It was toasty I must admit.