_ Its so fun being in Florida,
watching TV and seeing my home-town up north get belted with, like 70" of snow,
and remembering the time (before we moved to FL) I tried to plow the driveway with the gas BBQ.
Picture me behind the grill, pushing it with the handles, thru the snow!!! This works best with fluffy snow, not packed.
I ran into a snag when it hit the curb and the propane tank bounced off, but other than that, it worked pretty well.
Ok when there was no sound of a motor you didn't catch on? Methinks it was a good thing I didn't try to start it!
The BBQ actually makes me think of one of TWO other BBQ incidents I experienced.
Steph Winters: Ahhh, yes the BBQ grill that was attached to your van??? We had been at the show all day and groomed by the van, which was very-next-to a park gazebo’s outdoor grill!
When we tried to leave, I had to maneuver the car around another car to get out of there, and at that time, completely forgot about the grill that was behind the van (like, one of those permanent kind that is cemented-in at the base?). That BBQ attached ITSELF to the bumper of my van, and as we tried to drive away, we heard this CRUUEEENNNCH. It became worse when we figured out that we couldn’t UNDO it! We had about a 20 minute tie. Steph was just seeing us drive down the highway, dragging the park BBQ along! I actually think there was a Seinfeld episode that went something like this.
There was another BBQ story which explains fully why Dwight DOES do all the BBQing at our place. It involves me getting JUST A BIT IRRITATED with him for not getting the grill started for me one night. SOOOO, I decided to do it myself! Got the knob turned on, got the flame-lighter thing, held it by the bottom, clicked, and BOOOOOOM! It blew me ten feet backwards, into the pricker bushes, and singed the front of my hair (dangerously near the quarter-size “hole” I have on my head - from the BAD HAIR DAY experience, above). Of course, I blamed it on hubby, who was down the hill watching me pick myself up while he LAUGHED his butt off. If I could have THROWN that grill at him, I would have. (BTW, the singed hair smelled HORRIBLE).
Picture me behind the grill, pushing it with the handles, thru the snow!!! This works best with fluffy snow, not packed.
I ran into a snag when it hit the curb and the propane tank bounced off, but other than that, it worked pretty well.
Ok when there was no sound of a motor you didn't catch on? Methinks it was a good thing I didn't try to start it!
The BBQ actually makes me think of one of TWO other BBQ incidents I experienced.
Steph Winters: Ahhh, yes the BBQ grill that was attached to your van??? We had been at the show all day and groomed by the van, which was very-next-to a park gazebo’s outdoor grill!
When we tried to leave, I had to maneuver the car around another car to get out of there, and at that time, completely forgot about the grill that was behind the van (like, one of those permanent kind that is cemented-in at the base?). That BBQ attached ITSELF to the bumper of my van, and as we tried to drive away, we heard this CRUUEEENNNCH. It became worse when we figured out that we couldn’t UNDO it! We had about a 20 minute tie. Steph was just seeing us drive down the highway, dragging the park BBQ along! I actually think there was a Seinfeld episode that went something like this.
There was another BBQ story which explains fully why Dwight DOES do all the BBQing at our place. It involves me getting JUST A BIT IRRITATED with him for not getting the grill started for me one night. SOOOO, I decided to do it myself! Got the knob turned on, got the flame-lighter thing, held it by the bottom, clicked, and BOOOOOOM! It blew me ten feet backwards, into the pricker bushes, and singed the front of my hair (dangerously near the quarter-size “hole” I have on my head - from the BAD HAIR DAY experience, above). Of course, I blamed it on hubby, who was down the hill watching me pick myself up while he LAUGHED his butt off. If I could have THROWN that grill at him, I would have. (BTW, the singed hair smelled HORRIBLE).
