A Man and His Grill

And no I don't mean the kind you wear on your teeth(sorry Jenny). Every so often, my spouse provides the most comical interludes. It usually involves him and some piece of mechanical equipment(the one exception being the baby bird incident). So here's what happened:

We have a gas grill out by our deck. The old 1970s type that the gas company used to install. Last week, my spouse discovered that the interior workings of said grill had rusted beyond repair. Since he knew he was off work at the end of this week, he waited until yesterday to get the parts and proceeded to attempt repairs. To witness my husband trying to be Bob Vila is like watching Big Bird scale Mt. Everest. I arrived home at 5p. House quiet. Husband pouting. Pieces of grill all over the yard.

To his credit, he almost had it put together, when the pipe holding the whole contraption(which was also quite rusted) snapped off and the grill flipped onto the ground. $100 and a whole afternoon wasted. I felt really bad for him, but couldn't figure out why the top of the grill was over in the garden. Apparently that was the result of a temper tantrum. Okay I'm laughing now.......

My husband is a funny guy. He never even raises his voice to any human, but inanimate objects have the power to send him over the edge. I witnessed one of these little tantrums several years ago. After struggling for some time trying to get the grass bag back on his mower, I hear a cussing fit like you can't imagine and the bag goes flying across the street. Funniest thing I've ever seen.

So last night I took him for a sympathy dinner. Burgers at Chili's(it's not like we can grill our own now) and then he wanted to go to Home Depot to look at grills. You know what this is like. There's no looking. This was a pre-buying excursion. Next time you want to get your husband really excited, skip Hooters and go straight to Home Depot- New Grills For Sale.