People here at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse have discovered the old basement station of the Underground Highway for Refugee Raggedy Ann’s and Andy’s. Here I must tell you that they are all of the Poo and Jake persuasion, but let’s just let that be for now. (Except for this LINK.) Of course, this refers back to the black blot on history when Barbie’s were asserting their plastic muscles.

But, anyway, at that time the refugees had to keep warm and so there is a fireplace in the Underground Station . . . with a really effective screen that protected them from sparks. Well, for years folks here walked by it, not really wanting to carry wood to the basement. And, then, Poof! (Not to be confused with Poo!) these people where attracted to the warm side of the force and they are having lots of fires.)

So, I ordered more firewood. Two loads of firewood. Don’t forget there’s the fireplace in the den as well.

I am counting on Alison (She who loves fires but has a bad back) to get her drafted wood-bringers to do the stacking. I’ll just stand back and watch – from a safe distance.

They’ll need a chant: TOTE THAT LOG . . . DRAT THAT BLOG.