So you know that a week or so ago we were overwhelmed with broken items. Two broken cars, a broken grill, Mojo’s broken heart from sharing all 700 square feet of our apartment with a hound. But things took a turn for the better after we sunk a small fortune into my car and took a trip to Home Depot to replace the busted grill.
One rainy Sunday, Matt headed out to the back porch to set up the grill and begin his new love affair with it. After about two hours of cleaning up the apartment, I was starting to get jealous of HER and poked my head out the bedroom window to see what progress was being made. Matt was nearing the end of his tender slaving, but I chuckled when I saw the old charcoal grill sitting smugly behind him. It was as if she was saying “I know I’m a chubby little son of a gun, and you always had to bend down on your geriatric knees FOR HOURS waiting for me to slowly cook up the two hamburgers that you could fit on my grilltop, but you easily put me together in 20 minutes AND LOOK HOW PORTABLE I AM!!!!”
Me: Matty, bend over a little bit so I can get the little grill in the picture. She looks so smug.
Matt: Why do I have a feeling this is going on your blog.
Me: BECAUSE IT IS! You know me so well, darling.
May 16th, 2008 at 2:37 pm
Reminds me of when B set up our new grill…we decided we wanted grilled chicken for dinner, so we went to Target, bought it, set it up, and ate dinner. At 11:00 at night.
May 16th, 2008 at 2:58 pm
Perfectly logical in my book.