I hate to sound like a broken record...but damn it's hot.
This bites big time. Can't even sit out and grill chicken and enjoy a few cold libations without sweating like a horse. Julie said it was too hot for me to grill, and it was, but I did it anyway for my darling wife because she gets the grill grumps if I don't cook.
She even made the statement, I miss you being in the kitchen.
Now, if that ain't a hit you over the head put your apron on and cook something hint, I don't know what is.
So I did...
B.D.
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