This is just a slightly amusing story about one man's
grill and a thwarted idea.

I went to make groceries on the way home today.  I
wanted sausage with breakfast and burgers either
tonight, if I felt like it, or tomorrow.

I had a long day at work caused by <rant deleted on
the outside chance someone I work with might see it. 
FYI, it felt good to write!>

Anyway, while I was changing out of my dress clothes
and checking my email my beloved wife decided she
would make the burgers.  (I hate it when she goes
around my grill! Mine. Mine. All Mine.)

Sometimes she knows I pick up some spicy sausage to
mix with the ground meat.  Half a pound of sausage to
a pound or two of ground beef makes for a nice change
of pace.

Well, I hadn't bought spicy sausage.  I was thinking
pancakes and sausage, and the maple sausage from
Owen's was on sale at half-off.  It was going to have
syrup on it anyway right?

She doesn't like a lot of light in the kitchen, so she
had the light off and was working from sun light,
which was starting to fade.  So her wonderful, but
near-sighted self, could not read the package.

We now have breakfast burgers.  They taste great in a
weird sort of way.  But they are not meant for a bun! 
She is up front sulking, bless her heart.

And I am back here ratting her out.  It was too funny.
  You should have seen the look on her face when she
smelled those burgers cooking!

Yeah, she was trying to be sweet, and I love her for
it, but that's what the woman gets for messing with my
grill!

Don't mess with my main Linux box, my grill, my hand
tools, or my 357.  That is just wrong!  I don't wear
her clothes, or mess with her knitting, or weaving. 
Why does she feel the need to use my chisles to open
cans?  

Maple burgers.  I am going to be ragging her that
about three times a year until the day I die.

I screw up all the time.  It is rare to catch Mrs suma
cum laude, 170 IQ in a really stupid mistake.

Maple burgers.  I can smell them from back here as I
write.  I think I hear her on the phone with her mom. 
That was a bad move.  Mom will bring it more than I
do!

Gotta run, the maple burgers should be cool enough to
pack up and freeze.

Ah me.

Later,

Doug



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