Because the climate is so wonderfully cool here, as compared to Tucson (ha-hah!), there’s no need to rush indoors, well, ever. So this weekend we bought ourselves our first grown-up grill, complete with extraordinarily explosive liquid propane fuel. Which leads me to two observations:
- You think you’re pretty crafty, but you’re going to want to just pay the Sears guys to put it together for you.
- Heather’s out of town all this week, and few things are as sad as a single Smart Dog on the grill all by itself. (You can insert your joke about eating Smart Dogs being sad, anyway.)