Denis got a new propane grill. It was fun to help set it up. It’s also kind of exciting to risk being exploded for the sake of some partially carbonized muscle tissue. I was the one who hooked up the propane tank. I tested the connections with soap like they said. So far, so good. No explosions.
To christen the new grill, Denis got some gi-gondo steaks of some kind. They were tasty, but there was no way I could finish. I was stuffed by the time I stopped eating. I slept well last night.
Yesterday’s Lenten Chore: Cut back the sweat plants.
Nice grill! Happy eatings!
At first glance I thought your chore was to cut your sweat pants. “Boy, he’s hurting for shorts money.”
Hehe.. I don’t know that I even have any sweat pants anymore. I haven’t exercised in probably two years.
The “sweat plants” are beautiful silvery sage plants. But they smell exactly like sweat. I cut them to the ground each spring. It’s what I’m doing in the picture.
What a nice hunk of meat!
The steaks look good too 🙂 (he he)
Are you sure those steaks are from a cow? Maybe you’re the one that should be under investigation!
(How close do you have to get before you can smell the sweat plants? I would think your other plants would take offense to the BO?)
(I mean PO)
So, did you pose for that picture, just so you could prove to us that you’re “doing” your Lenten chores? Or was Denis just lucky to catch you?