Is There a Lumberjack in Every Man?
Last year Mr. Wonderful took off to parts unknown with a chainsaw to cut firewood.
He didn’t answer his phone for hours. I worried and waited and was about to go looking for him until I realized that “parts unknown” meant I had no idea where to look for him.
I had visions of him laying in the woods, the victim of a chainsaw accident with no one to help him.
I chewed his butt out but good when he got home. I think he laughed at me.
But this time, I suggested he take one of our kids with him and Jason, who has the truck, was all too willing to go be “he-manly” with his dad.
I’m not sure that lumberjacks are technically supposed to wear blue tooth headsets while they forage and chop, but I figured if Jason got maimed by the chainsaw, it was probably a good plan after all. I mean, if one arm got hacked off, he could just reach up and push a button with his good arm and call 911. Right?
So anyway, they showed up several hours later with a truckload of wood and got to axing away.
I knew the next morning, they were gonna be sore. So like a good wife and mom, I did what I do best.
I snapped some pictures for memory sake.
I knew they’d want memories of themselves being lumberjack he-men.
Because inside of every man…