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Husband doesn't cook. At all. Doesn't like to do it, and admits that if I hadn't married him that he would mostly likely be dead of kidney failure from eating nothing but Top Ramen and other processed boxed things and nothing else. So why is it that the moment the BBQ comes out he's the first to start pouring the charcoal and lighing things even though he knows how much I love to BBQ (and will be the one making the food as well)? I swear his inner pyromaniac can't help himself-even though I'm yelling 'don't take the first light of the season away from me!!!' he's hunched over the coals waiting in anticipation for the fire to start.
Oy!
...I don't need the $12 GM.
I don't need the $12 GM.
I don't need the $12 GM.
I don't need the $12 GM.....
Oy!
...I don't need the $12 GM.
I don't need the $12 GM.
I don't need the $12 GM.
I don't need the $12 GM.....