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This post may be all over the place, I'm sure you won't mind.

Since the weather has finally been decent for a few weeks, we've been grilling out pretty much every night. Except by we, I mean I have been grilling every night. In doing so, I figured out why it is that men seem so smitten with grilling and why women generally give their husbands the reins when it comes to this activity.

Grilling requires ones' full, uninterrupted attention. It requires you to stand guard over your kill and protect it from being blackened. Women have a hard time with this because we are multitaskers. We can do more than one thing at a time, in other words. We can feed a baby, do the dishes, sweep the floor, all while preparing a meal at the same time. Grilling drives us crazy, because we want so badly to be doing something else while grilling that we just can't stand it. I found that I can water flowers and pull weeds while grilling, and shut the door on the screaming children. It's my newest form of stress relief. Men however can only concentrate on one thing at a time. They are determined to perfect every morsel of food they cook, and they are absolutely sure this is the best steak you've ever had, simply because they cooked it. I personally think they see it as their opportunity to get away from everyone else in the house and stand around acting like they are really doing something miraculous.

Update: I think I've found the grill I'm going to purchase. It's a large chunk of change, but I think it'll be worth it. At least that's what consumer reports and hundreds of reviews tell me.

Now in a totally unrelated blurb.

Jayda has a habit of throwing her clothes on the floor NEXT to her laundry hamper, rather than INSIDE the hamper. Which drives her mother insane. Her Dad has this same habit, but we won't go there. Not today anyway. So I walked into her room and told her she needed to pick her clothes up and not be so messy. I said, "I'm not your slave, that runs after you picking up everything, you can help me out." She then said, "You mean I'm not your Indian?"


Oh my....where did that come from?

Last night she came out of right field with another Oh My statement.

We got home from Amy's and she was telling me how they went for a jog that day. She said, "I need to get skinny, so I can get a boyfriend."

Help me

Please?