After the last attempt at grilling, you might think THE WOMAN wouldn’t have tried again. Because who needs the fire department to visit twice in as many weeks?
But my WOMAN isn’t the kind to give up that easy. So she was back out there yesterday giving the grill ten kinds of Hell. And she did a damned fine job.
Check it out.
Not bad for a rookie. Not bad at all.
Edit: THE BOY ate half of the hot dogs in a single afternoon, claiming they were *almost* as good as Dad’s.
I think brother man missed the point. But at least he’s making progress. . .
Last weekend THE WOMAN decided it was a pretty day, so what the Hell. Might as well grill some burgers for the kids dinner. So she piled the charcoal in the bottom of my ultra-deluxe manly grill, added a half gallon or so of lighter fluid, hit it with a torch and went back inside while the inferno raged.
Nice day that it was, she opened the kitchen window to let the smell of the grill fill the house. Of course while she was outside trying to decide if it’s time to flip the meat the kitchen was filling up with that great smell of searing meat. Filling up so much that the security system decided that the kids might be in danger and notified the local fire department.
Naturally the eight fire men and two hose trucks made quite a scene in our ever so quiet cul de’ sac. Yeah, I know it is only a cove, but for the price we paid it should be a cul de’ sac. Anyway. The fire dudes were less impressive than the ones found on those cheesy calendars (ours are volunteer fire dudes naturally) and all of them had some type of advice on how to not fill the house with smoke while cooking four hamburgers.
I tell you that, so you will understand this.
After the fire men left and the burnt burgers were tossed to the dog the day finally hit THE WOMAN. She sat down in our reading room and cried her eyes out. While she was sitting there on the three person ottoman feeling like a failure, THE BOY stepped his ass up big time.
He lifted her face in both of his hands and told her; “You are doing a great job with the house all by yourself. Me and Dad think you are beautiful. And we’re the only two men that matter.”
Things like that make me know that he’s going to be okay. And so will she.
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