This is the 8th post of my old posts.
Words can not properly describe the bond between a man and his BBQ grill. Hubbie’s parents were kind enough to buy us a BBQ grill as a house warming. Thanks parents-in-law…
We spent all of Saturday morning opening boxes, unpacking boxes and telling the dog and cat to get out of the way…OR ELSE!!! The parent’s arrived mid-morning and offered to buy us the said BBQ grill since they were going shopping anyway. Well knowing how particular hubbie is and knowing that he has been eyeing some of the mack-daddiest of mack daddy BBQ grills and a Smokey Joe wouldn’t cut it (not being materialistic, just realistic), I threw out the idea for him to tag along with his parents on the little grill excursion. By no means do we need nor want the most expensive of biggest BBQ from the store’s display!!!
Aahhh…at last I would have some time to unpack without distraction, except for Tivo, the cat, the dog, the phone and a various array of other things that unexpectedly popped up within the few hours I was left to “unpack”.
Hubbie called a couple of times, the most memorable one was a conversation that went like this:
Hubbie: hi, it’s me, what’s up?
Me: nothin’, what’s up with you?
Hubbie: we’re just getting to WalMart, dad wanted to stop at Sam’s and join up.
Me: oh really, that’s good.
Hubbie: and guess what, he gave me the bonus complementary membership.
Me: oh
Hubbie: yeah, and this place is so cool. It’s better than Costco, there are no lines, their prices are better, and you have to see the shed I want to get, it’s huge.
Me: (thinks…oh boy!) (actually says) oh really, did you buy a grill?
Hubbie: well no, not yet, but we’re going into WalMart now.
Me: (Thinks…dang it, get the grill and get home, mom is getting back from her vacation in a little while and we need to get there), actually says, ok, well when will you be home?
Hubbie: we won’t be long!
We exchange the “I love you’s”, “See ya in a bit’s” and hang up and I return to the last episode of Tivo’d Guiding Light and “unpacking”.
This interruption to my blog is brought to you by the witch sitting next to me on the train as I type it up. Wake up…you little pain in my butt. She fell asleep at about 125th St. and I am literally hanging off the edge of the seat trying to balance my commuter id card and this laptop on my lap and my leg and my arms are cramping up. She is catching flies with her mouth wide open and her arm is slowly falling off her bag that is perched on her lap, so I am squooshed. Arrghhhhh…I love commuting, but I hate other commuters, they are so inconsiderate!!! Are these people honestly that sleep deprived that they have to make everyone else’s commute uncomfortable? Doesn’t she realize how much of an ass she looks like with her mouth hanging wide open and her head tilted up as if she were catching snow flakes. She is so on my side of the imaginary line between our seats. If I could reach my Treo that has a built in camera I would totally snap a picture and post it in my next blog, but it’s in my bag at my feet and I’m a little bit of a chicken and don’t want to be sued (my luck I would be!). As soon as this train makes its first stop I’m out of this row!!! Okay, so the train just stopped and there are other seats to be had and I don’t have to sit next to this you-know-what, however as I started to stand and collect my things, I realized the guy next to me in the adjacent seats borrowed my pen and it’s one of my favorite pens so I am stuck here for the duration.
Anyhoo, as I was saying. Oh, right, “unpacking”! Eventually, hubbie and the parents arrive back home so I greet them outside and take some miscellaneous packages into the house. Let’s go tackle the BBQ grill. When I tell you that this thing is bigger than a bread box, it is a gross understatement. The thing weighs a ton. We’re clearly going to be feeding an army when we break this thing out. It takes immense effort just to get it out of the truck, then onto the hand truck, then cart it over the lawn to the back of the house and up onto the deck. This thing means business. It is stainless steel, about 4-1/2 feet tall and just as wide. And don’t you know, we had to take it out of the box right then!!! It couldn’t wait!!! (So help me, if we aren’t at mom’s house when she gets there fur is going to fly!!!) He turns to me and asks if we can put it together!!! Oh…My…goodness! NO!!!! I want my mom!!!! We can take it out of the box, I draw the line there!!! He settles for that and refrains from pouting. So there it is, a heap of steel laying on our deck in about 15 pieces, just calling hubbie’s name to assemble it. Yes, that’s right “Some assembly required!”
Seeing mom was the second to best thing to happen to me in the last 2 weeks, aside of course from the house we now own!!! Welcome back mom!!!! We missed you and we didn’t have to call the siblings too many times but oh, the things you missed while you were away on your excursions with the Irish, Scottish, Danes, French, English and Norwegians. Anything you missed has been blogged about except any work related items.
So hubbie christened his BBQ on Sunday when mom came over to see the new house. Thanks for helping to unpack the dining room, the least we could do was feed you. And let me tell you those were the best darn BBQ ribs…ever!!! Hubbie babysat the grill, and reminded me of a little kid with a new toy. Oh man does that BBQ grill somethin’ fierce.
Move over Guinness, daddy found a new best friend!!!!
I’m starting something new…I’m going to be telling you at the end of each of my blogs what the title for the next blog will be. I know the suspense will kill you for craving my story telling capabilities…NOT!!! So here’s the next topic…
I swear I hired…I mean married….a Mexican!!!
