Wood Barrelin'/Dollyin'

So for three days now and hopefully no more I have been at my grandparents getting wood. Now I wouldn't mind getting wood except for a few facts.

1. The wood is at the bottom of his property.
2. The bottom of his property is at the bottom of a hill.
3. The hill is quite tall and too much vertical in wood carryin'.
4. The hill is quite bumpy leaving it hard to keep the wood from falling off and rollin' rollin' rollin' down the hill to make me start all over again.
5. The wood itself has bugs crawling in it. Invasion 2! Return of the Killer Ants w/ Friends! anyone? (Side note: Does anyone know there's a movie called Attack of the Killer Tomatoes!?! I only know because my dad likes the theme song (which is just the movie title to a tune) oh, and guess how they get the humans? they roll over them. I even saw a bit of the movie's preview. Very old and lame.)
6. Mosquitoes! Need I explain more?
7. And I got dirty. 'Kay I don't mind the dirt and wood decay itself (hello, I enjoy the mud and don't mind getting my hands well coated in this stuff) it's just that I got to find a whole new outfit and take a shower. Very lame ,but hey, one has to think about all those clothes ones gotta fold. Which I already have, and I do know there are the ones who gotta do their own, but did you have to watch embarrassing home videos containing events best left forgotten mostly about you? I think not! So there is reason to complain about this.

As weird as this sounds I really didn't mind chuggin' that wood up there to the trailer. Yeah, you didn't see me helpin' re chug the wood from trailer to house (which is easier to do then grandpa's hill I found out) but still, it was weirdly fun once ya started doin' the work. I think it's the pre-thought and almost startin' thoughts that are most tortuous. Oh, and here's food for thought, why did the inventor of the dolly call it a dolly? Next in the comical blog I write (and seem to mostly center on myself) I will write a book review on the second book to The Mysterious Benndict Society. (Of course, it will have to be before I let Lydia borrow the book so we know I'll have to write ,like, tomorrow?! That means I'll have to write two days in a row! Uhhh, I feel a faint coming on. AFTER FAINT Questions: what were smelling salts made out of? (No one please say salt 'cause i don't think it's powerful enough to revive a fainted person) And do people still faint today, with revival from smelling salts? Deep and interesting thoughts. (that I will soon forget)