davduckman2010 said:
...now i find myself look ing at every tree strangely i think somthings wrong with me lol:

Oh no, that's part of your whole healing process. Trees become like the women you dreamed of in your youth. Pretty soon you won't even have any feelings of guilt or shame when you think about what they look like with all their
clothes bark off. Before you know it, you'll start fantasizing about a sawmill. The next step is getting up the nerve to casually mention your fantasy to your wife. Ah yes, pretend it isn't you at first . . . .
"Honey did you know that old Bob down the street actually told his wife he wanted to buy a sawmill?! He said he might even need two!
Yes, he said he wanted to build her fine, erotic exquisite furniture (that she will never see) and she jumped at the chance! She's even agreed to pay for it!"
Of course that never works so you have to just put the pants on and say
"Dhamitt I'm buying a sawmill now go finish the laundry after you grill the steaks! Arg. Me caveman - you property!"
Of course that has even less chance of working so I suggest you forget all this and take up crochet or something. You'd be doing yourself a huge favor by just sending me all that spalted syc. It'll save your marriage. I won't even charge you anything for this expert marriage counseling. Just cover the shipping of the free wood and we'll call it even.