We have this tradition, every time we go to Waymond's parents house we split wood. I'm not sure how we got sucked into that tradition, but it holds true. I'm a master at the wood splitter now. I'm not kidding. I can read non verbal clues and know when to bring it forward and when to bring it back. We ripped through that pile of wood in no time. I guess I reap the benefits by sitting by the fire in the evenings. Unfortunately I didn't come prepared this year and my toes got so cold and numb it took awhile to get feeling back. You gotta love tradition! Oh, Joe the baby polar bear, I mean, big blond lab helped out. I think he looks like a baby polar bear, but he's a softy!
