We’ve had some really gnarly weather around here the past couple of days.
Tornadoes touching down, gale-force winds, rooftops peeling off. Nasty.
It’s JUNE for the love of Pete!
I was talking to a friend yesterday and I asked her if her house sustained any damage.
“No,” she said. “But our grill was ripped away from the house and thrown across the yard.”
My heavens, I thought. Were there steaks ablaze in there?
Apparently it was hooked up to the house’s gas line. This is not good.
They smelled gas and called the fire department. Scary stuff.
The good news? They think they can salvage the grill.
Take that, Mother Nature!
