Another wood cutting party has come and gone.
We ended up having more people than we thought show up and it appeared everyone went away happy.
Every year for the past six or seven years we have a little party like this. I remember when we started it all and youth was on our side, we would always cut and split more wood than was needed. I guess the fall's cool weather just brought
out the "want too" in everyone back then and we thought we had something to prove.
This year though, old man time has started setting in and every stick was loaded and actually had room for a little more but decided it was good enough.
How it goes is, we cut until noon and then take a break and have bite to eat and
tell lies. Then we split the cut wood and loa
d everything in the trucks.
Usually it is the younger ones with the strong backs that do most of the splitting while the rest of us stand around and tell them what they are doing wrong. I make a great super
visor.
While I was doing the mindless cutting I could not help but think of stupid stuff to write on here tonight. This is what I thought of;
At The Wood Cutting PartyWhere the sawdust flies and there is crust in your eyes,
At the wood cutting party.
Where the fire roars and you can't take no more,
At the wood cutting party.
Where the wienies are fired and your o' so tired,
At the wood cutting party.
Where the men are men and the women are too,
At the wood cutting party.
Where the beer flows free and so does the pee,
At the wood cutting party.
Tell me that ain't funny right there!