Since he’s out of town (again), I thought I’d show him a picture of his birthday present. Don’t worry; I’m not ruining the surprise because I already gave it to him. You don’t think I was able to lug that big box into the backyard…and then put it together, do you? I’m showing it to him because he probably misses it more than he does me.
Seven years ago today I gave him a Weber gas grill for his birthday. Though it’s still in great condition, he is a member of club. You know, that ‘guy’ club, where they never ask for directions, have the rule of not making eye contact (or God forbid conversation) while urinating in a public restroom, and also proclaim that it’s not really grilling unless you use charcoal.
While wracking my brain for the perfect gift…the perfect ‘guy’ gift I, thought out my options. Wrapping up a road atlas just didn’t seem appropriate; partly because he has American Indian blood in him and claims that he always ‘knows’ where he is, but mainly because he really does. Blinders in a gift bag just didn’t say, ‘I love you’ like I wanted it to (though it would if I brought up that knife sharpener he got me for my birthday a few years ago…yeah, he’ll never live that one down). Thus, ‘The Performer, by Weber’; a charcoal grill with propane start, on a cart, with room for a platter and a watertight bin to hold the charcoal.
So, Paul, while you’re looking forward to grilling…I’m looking forward to not cooking. And while you’re gazing lovingly at your new ‘toy’, please note the length of the grass…it needs to be cut. And just in case you
Just keep in mind that your charcoal will turn to ash, but I’ll always provide the splash!
Happy Birthday to My Better Half…so what’s for dinner when you get home on Friday?