This past weekend we had a bbq at my house. The whole thing started due to my brother-in-law getting a newer, better grill. Me, not having one, inquired about what he was going to do with the old, "you can have it" replies he. Not having a vehicle that a gas grill could fit into, I had to wait for said brother-in-law to bring the old grill to me in his truck. This was problematic in that they live about 35 minutes away, therefore making a trip to deliver a grill (given to me for free, now delivered for free, aren't relatives great) somewhat inconvenient.
As my wife was in discussions with her sister about when grill delivery could take place, the conversation somehow turned to how we always go over to their house and that they rarely come to our house. As mentioned before, they don't live that near, and as my wife and her sister are close we tend to go to their house quite often. Lately, for what ever reason, this has been sticking in my crawl, as they say. You would think as the recipient of a free grill I would be a little more grateful, but nooo. So anyway, one thing leads to another and before I know it, my wife's entire family is on its way over this past weekend for a cookout.
I should have kept my big mouth shut.
This mainly causes problems for me because I work an evening shift, which means I don't get home from work until late Friday night/Saturday morning. People coming over to our house on Saturday means I will have to get up early to get some things done. Garrggg!
9am to be exact. (9 fraking AM!)
I eat some breakfast and then set about my main task, which is to do some yard work. Rainy Florida summers means the yard is in constant need of mowing.
I first go to run the weed eater, only to discover there is no more line in the spool. I have no whacker for my weed whacker. . .
Upper Cut!
So, next I go to actually mow the lawn. . . I get all but the last strip of lawn mowed, when I run out of gas. Check my gas can. . . empty. . .
Body Blow!
This does not bode well.
As we don't have a screened in room or a covered porch, my wife and I purchased a "easy to open" portable canopy. If you haven't seen one of these, it is basically a metal frame, that when extended is supposed to go to a full up position. It has a canvas canopy on top. Used for quick and easy shade. Ha! My wife, my eldest and myself spent what seemed to be an eternity trying to get this God forsaken contraption to work. No good. And as it turned out, yelling at said wife and eldest didn't help. Go figure. To top it off, as I was trying to get this monstrosity of metal and canvas to work, one of the pieces broke in two. . .
Upper Cut! Upper Cut!
Perchance I should go back to bed. Relatives arrive. As does said grill. I had decided to try to make some "BBQ Burgers" that involve mixing bbq sauce with the hamburger meat. Got the recipe from the Kraft Foods website. Guess I should have read the comments on the recipe's page (foreshadowing alert). Put the meat on the grill, let one side cook for a while, go to flip the meat. . . and they all fall to pieces. . .
KNOCKOUT!
Why. . .oh why do you smite me so!!!
We saved the meat by putting some aluminum foil beneath them, and then just piling the meat onto the buns like a dry sloppy joe. They actually weren't that bad. And you know what. The rest of the day wasn't so bad either. Spent some nice time sitting beneath my tree shooting the breeze with my brother-in-law who is an alright joe (usually).
Got to spend some quality time with the family. Everyone seemed to have a good time. And I decided to let the aggravations of earlier not bother me and ruin my day. This is pretty unusual for me as I like to sit and stew over mild irritations, picking at them until a small sore becomes a infected scab. It was kind of nice, maybe I should try it more often.
Nah
