Boys, take note!

You know who you are when I say "boys". It's me, Kathe, who was never a boy scout, building herself beautiful fires. I don't really get the whole point of honor thing about fires I sense among men. The trick's all in the kindling. Plenty of it and you've got yourself some warm toes.

So what if a weeks worth of kindling is used in two days?
So what if the ashes are as high as an elephant's eye?
So what if the porch wood pile needs to be restocked constantly?

Someone sweet will do all that for me, so that I can smugly warm my toes.