Lesson learned: never use a paper bag to dispose of ashes from a wood burning stove, even if you think the ashes are cold.
The three inch hole in our hardwood/laminate floor will testify to this.
Fortunately, I caught it early enough. Krista feels pretty bad but I said, “Hey, accidents happen.” She’s extremely safety conscious and this just went over both our heads. Besides, if you knew my wife you’d know that it’s impossible to be angry with her. She’s the nicest person on the planet bar none.
And, yes, this always leads to the inevitable question of why in the world did she end up marrying me. Well, I won’t be able to answer that one until after I’m dead, so I guess you all will just have to continue to eat your hearts out.