Dreaming of a fire pit.

Ok, so I'm really not dreaming for one, but for the last couple of years, I've been wanting a fire pit. One of those pretty bronze, round kind. I've been wanting so we can sit outside and enjoy the nightfall, make S'mores, roast hot dogs, and tell ghost stories .....just like you see in movies.  The reason I thought of this today was because I bought stuff to make S'mores last night, but nuking them just doesn't cut it. Totally not the same flavor, and missing out on the cool factor.

I might take a gander on Craigslist for one, because I for sure want one by the fall, but I don't really want to spend too much on it. The one in the picture is what I want, but can't really see spending $160 bucks on it.  Plus, it's kinda stupid to get one right now since it's still 80 degrees at night, not to mention that I am getting eaten up by bugs as if I rubbed some sort of delicious bug food all over my body. Ahhh, the price I pay for being as sweet as I am.

Oh, and just in case you were wondering......I love roasted hot dogs. I prefer them a little burnt and loaded with just mustard. :)