If you light the grill on fire, your husband will bring you your favorite flowers

Couldn't decide on a title.

I'm just temporarily resurfacing. No, the website is not updated with the Christmas line. My blessed friend Kristin is going to help me out with Dallin tomorrow, so hopefully by tomorrow night or Tuesday morning, it will be up and going! I'll be letting you know, of course.

So yesterday was an interesting day for us. We signed up to have the missionaries over, and they asked if they could come over for lunch rather than dinner. Fine with us, we had other plans for the evening anyway. We live close to the football stadium here in Eugene, and it was a game day, so no parking anywhere. Landon heated up the grill, and then went to get the missionaries from the church. I put on the burgers, and then got the other things ready. Landon was gone longer than I expected, so I went out to flip the burgers.

It was on fire.

I kid you not.

At this point, let me tell you that we are not allowed to have grills at this apartment complex.

Smoke was pouring out the sides, the paint was bubbling on the outside of the grill. I opened it to find in the entire inside of the grill in flames. I was so scared. I had no idea what to do. I didn't even know how to turn the propane off, and the smoke was so thick, I couldn't see well enough to read what was on the dial! So I just unscrewed the canister from the grill, and went inside to get some air! The whole time I was thinking thoughts revolving around trouble, eviction, fire department, angry neighbors, insurance......and then once the fire died out from lack of fuel (thank heavens it did!), I was thinking "What am I going to feed the missionaries?!"

Landon got home at that point. I heard him walk in with the elders and say, "Oh boy." Yeah. That's putting it mildly. It ended up that 3 of the burgers were not charcoal (they were the ones in the center, over the fuel panel, so the roaring flames in the bottom of the grill didn't get them). The other six, Landon just sawed off the bottom and Dallin and I ate them. (Dallin, obviously, has to eat his meat in small pieces, and I don't like hamburgers on a bun, so no biggie.) Despite the disaster, it turned out okay....that night as Landon was saying our prayers, he called it a "hiccup" in our day. I'd call it more of a desperate choking episode requiring the Heimlich, but I get the point.

In the grand scheme of things, it really doesn't matter that I caught the grill on fire. (Except that it wasn't my fault! It just happened!)

Landon took the missionaries back to the church, and took Dallin with him. When they came back, they came bearing my favorite flowers, blood red carnations, since it had been a bit of a stressful day for me!

So, again, moral of the story, if you catch the grill on fire, your husband will bring you your favorite flowers.

Oh, and so far no repercussions linked to my adrenaline-fueled train of thought. Our apartment doesn't even smell like smoke anymore.....though when the missionaries asked us if they could do anything for us, we said yes. "Toss our grill in the dumpster on your way out!"

Now, if you'll excuse me, Landon is trying to learn the Napoleon Dynamite dance...I must go lend him moral support. (He got cornered and foolishly signed up for the ward talent show. Nobody will help him come up with anything, me included, so he's down to Napoleon. Wish him luck. I'll let you know how it goes. Maybe I'll even provide video.....)