Some Assembly Required

Welcome back my Blogville friends, it’s great to ‘see’ you. I thought you might enjoy reading about a little adventure my husband and I had. I think my honey lemon tea will be appropriate as I share this tale with you. 

My husband and I used to bbq all the time. Well, to be fair, I prepped and he bbq’d. As I think about it, we happily bbq’d for about 10 years on our $79.98 WalMart bbq until one day it refused to offer up even one more burger. So for about 5 years or so, when spring crept up on summer we’d look at each other and say. Hey! We need to go get a new bbq.

We’d look at the flyers, waiting for a big bbq bonanza sale. Then, as June approached, we’d wait for Father’s Day in case the kids needed a gift idea. 
Before we knew it Father’s Day had come and gone and all the bbq special sales flyers lay in the bottom of our recycle bin. 

This year I said to hell with it and we went shopping for a new bbq. So we looked, we measured which ones would fit in the garage, we debated ‘btu’s and surface sizes and the ease of cleaning the different surfaces that are now available in bbqs. Sheeeesh!

Finally, we made our choice. Then we looked for one in an undamaged box, finally finding one behind a couple of punched in boxes. With no helpful employees in sight, my husband (in his 60s) struggled to lift and fit the oversized box into an undersized cart while I both watched with amusement and looked away in fear. Off to the self checkout we rolled. I’ll spare you the details and simply note that he struggled the heavy, oversized box into and out of our car before finally tucking the boxed, unassembled, bbq away in our garage. Assembly planned for another day. 

So when our children asked what to get their dad for Father’s Day I suggested a new, full propane tank. So on Father’s Day he received a full propane tank and a fancy set of bbq tools. As he was presented with these gifts I could read his mind, “Sigh, I guess I have to put the bbq together now.”

We enjoyed a bbq at one of our daughter’s homes for Father’s Day. Motivated, my husband opened the bbq box that evening when we got home and said with relief, “hey, it’s mostly assembled, I just have to put the legs on.”

Then, for several days he had not made any efforts to put the legs together. So, as a motivator for him to get out to the garage and get the legs together I invited the kids and grandkids for a Sunday bbq! 

So on Saturday we went out for supper, picked up Tim’s and headed to the garage to put the legs on the bbq and set up the propane tank. 

Suffice to say, it is 10:00 pm, his coffee and my tea have long gone cold, and 1,000 mosquitoes are full of our blood. We just called it quits with the four legs assembled but abandoning the bbq lying handle-less, wheel-less and grill-free on the floor of the garage with no attempt to even begin the propane assembly.  

The clock strikes 10:00 pm, (yes we have a clock that actually strikes the hour), the burger patties are tucked away in the freezer, wieners in the fridge, the buns on the counter, while a half-way assembled bbq lies quietly in the garage. I’m sure our 11 guests who are bringing salads tomorrow will understand if we end up ordering pizza! Wish us luck!

Thanks for reading, I hope my words made you smile! Have a great day.
P.S. Your comments are always welcome!