Saturday, May 24, 2008

Well Scratch Me Behind the Ears and Call Me Sparky

It's a new grill.

My honey (Sam not the UPS Man) got me a new grill for our Anniversary the other day.

My old gas grill bit the dust over the winter. It was a bigger fire hazard than a government housing project. I decided to switch to charcoal. I have enough gas already, just ask my wife. Plus I was thinking that switching from gas to charcoal would give me some more man-points. I mean the baby is 9 months old and Sam is not pregnant yet. She hasn’t actually said anything yet, but I know that secretly she is questioning my manhood. Darn tight spandex bike shorts.

It’s the mother of all grills. Many a critter will meet their demise on it this summer.

The Beverly Hillbillies got nothing on us


Now That's a Fire! Roll Cecilia around, she be alright.


Get off my grill little girl


No actual animals were hurt in the production of this post

5 comments:

Catherine said...

I haven't received my calling card yet. No vegetarian in the family, I haven't told you that?
Can you remind us when is tha party?

the Mom said...

Ummm..I'm with Catherine here. Where is the invite for your regular readers? And..hello? I thought we were family..sort of.

Rob said...

Catherine and The Mom, you two have an open invitation to come any time your want

Rachel said...

Hey! I love animals too......
They are DELICIOUS!

Catherine said...

The Mom and Rachel, pick me up, I'll be waiting for you at the station ?!?!!! If we bring ketchup is it ok?