Thats better than stopping for a turtle, last time I stopped for something, it tried to bite the S#!T out of me! at least you got to bring it home
If you are planning to eat that lamb, don't name it Raaaaaandy. If you're planning to burn that log, don't name it either. Women get sentimental about things like that.
I remember certain pieces and admire the color or grain both when split an when I pull out of a stack, well for a second before I load it into the stove. A really cool piece may get a pic by that's it.