Richard usually does the grilling around here. There are several good reasons for this. He enjoys it, he is good at it, and he doesn’t melt the plastic siding on our house with the lid of the grill. (Isn’t plastic siding so awesome?)
Unfortunately this isn’t the first time I’ve done this. But it certainly will be the last, as I have vowed to never lay a finger on that grill again.
But what gives? We have a comfortable cushion in the value of our home to absorb such tragedies as this.