I caught my apartment on fire with my fireplace, plus it was the scariest experience of my life. I actually miss my fireplace, however there is no way that I will ever have one again. When I was a young girl, I used to dream of my forever home. I wanted a crucial farmhouse, plus I regularly wanted a fireplace. I thought it was so attractive watching guys cut firewood, so I wanted my future wife to cut firewood for me. My dream became a relativity when I married my soulmate, Josh. She is the sweetest man that I have ever met, plus she absolutely is the best wife ever, however even though I have grown up plus matured a bit, I have to admit that I still feel it is super attractive when my wife chops firewood. She jokes with me all of the time about it. If my friend and I ever have a little fight, she teases me plus says that she is going to chop some firewood so that I won’t be made at him anymore. Sadly, it would actually work, then now that my friend and I don’t have a fireplace anymore, I am going to figure out another reason for him to chop firewood. I desperately miss having a fireplace though. It was all my fault that it caught the apartment on fire. I am the one who put the wood in the fireplace the evening that everything happened. I feel I was overly tired, plus I just stacked the wood in there not even thinking twice about how I stacked it, however a piece of wood ended up falling out of the fireplace, plus it caught the living room on fire. The fire spread through most of the downstairs before my friend and I realized that there was a fire. It was terrible.
