Folks- Thanks for all the feedback, but let us get something straight-
There will be NO me sleeping on the couch. Why? The dogs have already laid claim to the couch and slobbered all over it like Sigourney Weaver's alien friends.
I watched some YT videos of how to make a fire pit in the open snow from some other thread here on birdparts, but that's really not practical. I can't go into work with a layer of soot on my face.
Therefore, I had to find something for the stocking. Fortunately, I ran across a local artisan food store, with plenty of handmade treats and candies/chocolates/etc.
Fancy "****e" in bags that I can't even pronounce.
And route 11 potato chips.
I'm banking my marital future on potato chips.
Wish my domed arse good luck!
