We were going to bed, and I was tired. I don't really know why I was tired, but still. I was TIRED. (This is my main defense, so I want it crystal clear. I was really tired. Also possibly a wee bit inebriated, although if I tell you how much alcohol I had you would laugh at the amount of potential "inebriation" compared to the amount of dumb shit that came out of my mouth.)
FI turned the light off, then about two seconds later turned it back on to aggravate his toenails. When he finished, he said, "Are you ready for me to turn the light back off?"
I said, fully serious, "Is it on?" About a half-second later, we both realized what I said, and FI like, rolled away from me and put his face into the mattress and moaned unintelligible things for a full minute or so. While I sat over here trying to figure out why in the actual fuck I said that. I finally (jokingly) asked him if he still loved me "even though I'm so dumb." (He, of course, said, "Of course I still love you, and you aren't dumb. You just sometimes say the absolute DUMBEST things.")
ETA I realized it doesn't much sound like I have a point and I really don't. I just felt like bringing some laughter to y'all's days.
Re: So I said the dumbest thing ever yesterday.
Seasoned means it's been dried out, usually left sitting out for a season.
It's cleaner burning to use in a fireplace, less smoke.
Maybe it's a regional thing, I don't know!
I had never really even heard of heating a house with wood until I was talking with one of my neighbors who has a wood furnace. He said he would burn anything, including stuff like old pallets.
I have a woodstove in my basement now that I haven't used, and my fireplace upstairs has only been used twice - both times by my granola roommate.
My garage door is messed up right now, so I have to open it manually. I came home the other day and shut it, but couldn't get it down the last couple feet. I inspected the tracks and couldn't find any jams or anything. At one point I stood with one foot on my tailgate, the other on the door handle and jumped and bounced, but it wouldn't budge.
FI comes home a little later, and he's like, "Soooooo....did you have trouble with the door?" I'm all, "Yeah, it's just stuck, it's so weird, I looked and couldn't find anything, so I figured you could help me." He then asked me if I had tried moving the large broom that was now jammed into the corner of the garage door. Apparently my jumping managed to shove the plastic broom handle waaaay up into the door and break off a piece of it. Whoopsie!
God bless FI though, he could've been annoyed with me but instead just laughed it off.