Sunday, February 17, 2008

Inog Has Big Meat

Or so he likes to tell me. Frequently...

Apparently he smoked something like a 100 pounds of beef Satuday night and invited my family over for a beef and beer BBQ on Sunday. I'm sure it was good. It alsways is. And it would have been nice to have seen Mrs. Inog, the girls and Ryan's family...

Unfortunately, I had other plans.

Most of Sunday, in fact, was spent on my back, crammed into cramped spaces, installing various new kitchen fixtures. Which leads to an appology for the somewhat cryptic conversation many of you had with my wife over the weekend. We were simply taking a survey to determine which sort of sink was the most popular. Thanks to ya'all who played.

So, anyway, the day was spent with tubes and pipes and wires and whatnot. I only nearly took out an eye once. And tomorrow, there are a few addional bits of harware to procure...

Plumbing, for the most part, I decided today, is fun. It's a puzzle. It's a logic test.

I wore loose pants to accentuate the "crack." I plan to send myself an exhorbitant bill.

And the inevitable punch line to the whole thing is, that I was not able to put Inog's meat into my mouth becasue I was too busy handling pipe.

[rim shot]


  1. I'm still perplexed on how you BBQ beer. Is this some ancient Chinese secret?

    My favorite plumber joke...crack kills

  2. The meat was huge.

    Sr. James stopped by.

  3. leave the beer in the can...

  4. Anonymous2:53 PM

    Is your spell check not working??..

  5. no, actually, it isn't

  6. You know, "rim shot" might not mean what you think it means, either...

  7. Boy... There's a first. I don't think I've ever heard of you passing up Inog's meat. Then again, it does sound like you had a lot of fun with your own pipe....

    And, I figured that the cryptic call was part of a shopping trip to a home improvement store... Or a fetish about me and my home. Either way...

  8. Mrs. G&T10:13 PM

    The cryptic call was framed as a spousal dispute, which was not inaccurate. And, for the record, Mr. G&T prevailed. Maybe the first and last time that happens...

  9. Aww, that's sweet. Be sure to rub his tummy as a reward.

  10. Mrs. G&T:

    Aw, you gotta let 'em win once in a blue moon... keep 'em thinking they have SOME say.

    So... what kind of sink?


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