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Lazy is as Lazy does

I'm finishing up my week off from school (I got an A for the first term but let's all calm down, everyone got an A. It's like the distance learning equivalent of showing up to the SAT's, writing your name and getting an automatic 800) and I'm increasing my Lazy by the minute. Yesterday after much haranguing by Jeff's Dad, we cast off our lumberjack spats and ditched our perfectly fine wood-burning stove for a perfectly fine liquid propane burning stove. So now instead of loading up on wood, making a little boy-scout pyre and getting a roaring fire going each evening, we hit the ON button on the remote (while laying vertical on the couch, half way across the room, eating jellybeans we've piled in the depression of our sunken in rib cage) and fwoomp, we have a roaring fire with glowing embers and fake logs. You'd be surprised how real it looks. You'd also be surprised how nonplussed I am about given up the Survivor-esque charade of building one. As I explained, our relationship is built on compromise: he wants a fireplace you turn on with the touch of a button and I want new carpet. You scratch my hairy back and I'll scratch yours.