We got The Saint a super-duper fancy grill for his Birthday which he loved. We presented it to him on Saturday and he had it all put together by Sunday. Which is actually pretty funny considering he has yet to install the new bedroom light fixture I bought 1 1/2 years ago. I came home from work on Monday and his precious grill was all tucked in with a shiny new cover. Where did it come from? He sent his Mother, yes I said his Mother, to Home Depot to buy one early Monday morning. Enough said.

I was thinking that if he had to cook on said wonderful grill every single night for a family that might or might not be home for dinner, for a family that will include at least one person that says “Is there anything else to eat?” he might not be so excited about his new toy. I am also thinking that if he had to cook and then clean the grill every night it might lose some of its charm. I think I could get pretty excited over my stove if I only used once every two weeks. I do not really understand lusting over an appliance except for Melanie’s French Door Refrigerator. I could get myself worked up over that baby. If I had one I might even buy it a cover.

He stole my crown.